#yeah I haven't really done anything with knitting yet!

[bettsfic]

hi beth! i've got a fic that i've been struggling with for some time, and i think i could feasibly it scrap for parts and come out with a few smaller and (more likely to be finished) oneshots. i loved your advice that nothing is wasted when writing and not to be precious about ideas/words, so do you have any advice on whether it's the right idea to scrap a fic, and if so, how to do it?

i think if you're considering scrapping a fic for parts, it's worth it to try, just to see if you like the result better than what you already have. you really have nothing to lose, you know? either you'll get some good one-shots out of it or you'll get some new insight into the form you've already chosen.

one of the hardest skills to develop in writing is being able to feel and acknowledge when a story is working and when it's not. it's so amorphous and clouded by either doubt or enthusiasm, and you never know for sure until you get to the end.

going back to my knitting analogy, it's the point at which you realize the sweater you're knitting is not going to fit its recipient. so do you undo the whole thing and start over? use the yarn for socks to give to multiple people? or do you find someone slightly smaller to give it to, knowing you'll be a little disappointed in yourself for not doing what you set out to do?

i think the activity i'm about to lay out is good to do not just in this situation but also any time you feel very lost about a big project that you've been working on for a while. i've done it many times and i hope it helps you as much as it has me.

step one: go through the piece and highlight all the parts you like. this can be anything from entire chapters to maybe just a single sentence. these are parts that make you go "yeah this is working" or that you're particularly proud of. your darlings, if you will.

optional: in a different color, you can do this also for the parts you really don't like, that you'd be embarrassed to show someone else. what's left un-highlighted is what you feel neutral about.

step two: either zoom very far out on the document or do a multi-page view, however you can to see as much of the work as possible at once. notice the ratio of highlighted to un-highlighted text.

step three: brainstorm. i have to do this part with pen and paper, but however you get your big-picture ideas down is fine. at this point you haven't made any major decisions yet. it's just an experiment. IF you were to scrap a story for parts, what would it look like? and so you can start writing down your one-shot ideas.

at this point, you should have a better idea about how you want to proceed. maybe the highlighting activity brought to light the fact that there are really only a few spots you don't like and maybe you can rewrite or cut those; or maybe you have an idea for some restructuring. or you really like the one-shot ideas you've written and want to start the first one.

it's important to remember that there's really no loss here. you can write the one-shots, post them, and then come back to the longer version of the fic maybe years later and finish it. it's fanfiction; your audience will not complain about overlapping parts of stories. they'll just be happy to have more to read.

so if you've decided to play around with the one-shots, here's how i've done it in the past.

step four: open a new document. i call this document the stitch draft. the stitch draft is used for situations like this, but also for major structural edits. you need a bridge between the old draft and the new one. the sole purpose of this draft is to copy and paste over the parts you've already written that you want to keep for your first one-shot, in roughly the order you want them in.

step five: open another new document. put it side by side with the stitch draft. start writing the one-shot by bringing in the work from the stitch draft while also writing the connective tissue of the new context of the story. this may involve editing the stitch draft elements at the same time to make them relevant to your new story.

the stitch draft method has never really steered me wrong. in fact when you're very stuck i think highlighting and moving stuff to a new document is a way to help inspire new ideas, simply because you're fiddling with the text and getting out of your own head about it.

#writing advice #revision #structure #stitch draft

[aprillikesthings]

It's Fridayyyyy

TIME FOR MORE SHE-RA

s1 ep11 Promise

oh shit I remember this one it's a heartbreaker

(good stuff for my fic though)

Hey remember when I swore up and down I wasn't going to liveblog my entire rewatch? Good times.

Part of me is like: I would get through these so much faster if I didn't insist on screenshotting them and commenting and making jokes

But the rest of me knows damn well I probably just wouldn't bother watching them?? This way feels a bit like watching it *with* someone, which I always prefer to watching things alone.

Also tbh if I did just marathon them while knitting or something I wouldn't remember anything!! Which would defeat the point!! So here I am.

If you're new to these posts: I am doing a rewatch of She-Ra with the specific purpose of taking notes for a fic I'm working on--but because this is me we're talking about, I also post a ton of screenshots with the purposes of commentary, squeeing at specific scenes, and making jokes. Because it's a rewatch, I don't comment on every plot point and I often mention things that happen later in the show--in other words, these might be confusing if you haven't seen the show yet.

EDIT: yeah this was another one where I hit the image limit, will have to reblog to finish it

I know people have figured out the "alphabet" of the first ones what does this sayyyyy

I mean wouldn't they all be portable in some sense? The one that recharges Glimmer could be taken down and moved somewhere, couldn't it? We know the one from Scorpia's kingdom was taken and moved to the Fright Zone, for instance.

"Query not recognized."

Adora's frustration here is exactly why I don't use Siri, like, ever.

Light Hope reminds me of a specific model? actress? from the 1980's but I can never remember who and it drives me CRAZY

*does some googling*

GRACE JONES I AM THINKING OF GRACE JONES

TELL ME I'M WRONG

Grace Jones also did disco music, TIL

back to cartoon lesbians

yeah that couldn't have been important for anything no worries it's fine

you didn't notice anyone else there until She-Ra destroyed something lolol

ehehehehehehh

Look I know it's the point of the whole show but I grin every time they're supposed to be on opposite sides and one saves the other's life (Does Adora do it more than Catra does? surely someone kept count)

don't mind me

little shit

🎵BUT YOU DID IT ANYWAYYYYYY🎶

"how many times are you going to make that joke" well how many times does Catra say it lolll

"where are your friends?" "you mean the ones you KIDNAPPED and CURSED???" "uh, yeah?"

lol

I just like the art style here

Okay so I can't screenshot audio, but that little moment of Catra saying "Adora? Adora???" where the tone goes from "hey look at this" to that almost-panic and then she turns around and it's kid!Catra is just so, SO well done.

ugh these scenes are such a punch in the gut

I'm not getting emotional at cartoon characters remembering the happier bits of their shitty traumatic childhood together, YOU ARE

;_;

man this shot is just good, ugh, you can see so much of their characters on display: Adora's self-righteousness vs Catra's sullen defensiveness

anyway they should've made out

lol

they're 1:1 so far this episode

(even though this cliff probably isn't even real)

"Did you really think I'd just let Shadow Weaver erase your memory like that?" oh so she DID know

Adora: "I don't know, probably" I mean I thought she would

I've been CALLED OUT lol

Adora: "Can you blame me? Catra: "*scoffs* Not really"

😏

John Cena.gif

BABIES (okay a little older like maybe 13)

(still babies)

I mean, true

I'VE HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT FOR THIS POST lol I knew I would

gonna post and reblog

#april rewatches spop #promise

[cookies-over-yonder]

"temporary"

"Hermie! Can you help me move my bed into your room?"

"What? "

⋆or⋆

Taylor helps Hermie adjust to their new room!

Part 2 of The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Roommates

1 | 2

ao3

☆

"Hermie! Can you help me move my bed into your room?"

" What? " Hermie shouts from downstairs. They've been talking with his mom for a while.

Taylor leaves his room to lean over the balcony. "Can you help me move my bed into your room?"

"My—wh—" Hermie stutters a few more sounds of confusion before Taylor shouts again.

"Just come upstairs," Taylor whines.

"What do you want me to do?" Hermie asks, reaching the top of the steps.

"Help me move my bed to your room!"

"It's a temporary room. And… why?"

"Yeah, your temporary room! And because I know you haven't set up that pull-out bed yet, and mine is bigger and better anyway!"

Hermie's brows are knitted together now. "You need that."

"Meh. I've been wanting to get a new one anyway."

"Why?"

Hm. Truth be told, Taylor's current bed gives him the creeps. Not because there's anything wrong with it… it just… unsettles him.

But that would dissuade Hermie from accepting it, and that would foil the plan!

"Just 'cause."

"Right…" Hermie rolls their eyes. "But I—I don't need—"

" Please? " Taylor asks, clasping his hands together under his chin and batting his eyelashes.

They huff. " Fine ."

"Yay!"

…

As it turns out, this would not be an easy task.

There they stood, staring at Taylor's bed, matress, sheets, pillows and all. And the frame. A metal frame holding it all up above the ground.

"Do we… pick it up?" Taylor asks.

"I think we need to take everything off first."

"Right."

Taylor begins pulling his sheets off and tossing them onto the floor.

"You said you're going to use a sleeping bag ?" Hermie asks, watching Taylor from the entrance of the room, leaning against the door frame.

"Yeah! Until I get my new bed."

"I fail to understand why any of this is a good idea when there's already a bed in the guest room."

"Just trust me, Hermie!"

Hermie hums, and starts taking pillows off the bed and placing them on Taylor's epic gamer chair.

"Now the mattress," they say after all the pillows have been removed.

"Huh?"

"We take it off."

"Right."

Taylor grabs the edge of the mattress and starts to lift. Maybe it's heavy, maybe his arms aren't on his side today, or maybe it's a bit of both, but it hurts .

It's fine. It's worth it to get the bed out of here.

Hermie joins him in pulling it, and eventually it's on the floor, and the frame is finally empty.

"Woo!" Taylor throws his arms in the air. " Ow! " he sucks in a breath and drops them.

Okay, his arms really feel like shit now.

But they're almost done.

"Mmm," Taylor puts a hand to his chin.

The mattress is covering the floor, in order to move the frame, that needs to go first.

���

The mattress gets stuck in the doorframe at first, but eventually they manage to pull it out and lean it against the balcony railing.

By the end of it, they're both panting like they've just run a marathon.

Taylor leans against the wall, crossing his arms. "Okay, now the frame!"

"How the hell are you not tired?" Hermie asks, still holding the edge of the mattress.

"Well, I'm a little tired, but I'm determined," Taylor shoots them a smirk.

"That's one word for it."

"Whatever. Let's get moving!"

…

They end up dragging the metal frame through the shared bathroom between the rooms. A genius idea on Taylor's part.

And then they put the mattress back on.

And the covers.

And the pillows.

After everything has been arranged nicely, Taylor remains hugging his body pillow. "I'm keeping this one."

"Yeah I… don't want that."

"Good."

"What's making you so eager about this?" Hermie asks, flopping down onto the mattress.

"I already told you: I want a new bed, and also we're roomies now!" Taylor lies down next to them. "This is gonna be fun."

Taylor stares at the ceiling. It's boring. His ceiling has stars on it, but this one's got nothing. They'll have to change that soon.

"I'm excited. Aren't you?"

Silence.

Taylor turns to Hermie to see that their eyes are already shut.

Come to think of it, that was pretty tiring. And Taylor is aching everywhere .

He carefully slides Hermie's glasses off their face and places them on the fold-out desk next to the bed. While he's at it, he takes his own glasses off too and puts them beside Hermie's.

Then he lies back down, and he shuts his eyes.

☆

#the mortifying ordeal of being roommates #dndads #fic #dndads fic #taylor swift dndads #hermie unworthy #hehehe #excited about this #silver and i be cooking!!! :D #cookies writes and cookies wrongs

[elizabethplaid]

A quick list of (free) yarn patterns

Trying to gather stuff to make for the craft fair, or at least plush patterns to try. I am aiming for knits, as crochet hurts my hands a bit more; seems like most of 'em are crochet, though.

Anything I've already tried, I'll mark in bold. And these are just links to @agalmacoppelia posts, so you gotta click through to get to the patterns themselves.

Of the projects in this image, I'm only willing to make another bikini cat, aka Cat Days of Summer by Gabrielle Ryan

I can't upload the individual pic of that cat, so you get a group shot.

non-plush

c - DIY Pretty Coasters by Maize Hutton

c - Lemon Crochet purse by spookydonuts

k - Baker Street Scarf on knitty

k - Hespera cowl - on knitty

misc plush

k - Grumpasaurus by JustCraftyEnough

c - baby dragon by Rainbow Reverie

c - Amigurumi mouse cat toy by Lion Brand Yarn

c - Teeny Tiny Lobsters pattern by Maggie Menzel

c - DIY Little Snails by Natas Nest

plush cats

c - Cat Days of Summer by Gabrielle Ryan

c - Three Fat Cats by Sara Lyons

k - Cat knitting pattern by Natural Suburbia

c - Sleepy Kitty draft dodger by Lion Brand Yarn

c - Amigurumi cat (rectangle) by Lion Brand Yarn

k - Parlor Cat Pattern by Sara Elizabeth Kellner

plush owls/birds

c - Austin Owl Amigurumi by Allison Hoffman

c - cute amigurumi owl by fukuroucrafts

c - Mr. Murasaki owl by Craft Passion

k - Autumn Wreath, owl - by Lion Brand Yarn

========== There were def more in the archive. Some of the owls looked derpy. Others looked too complex for the task. There were some stitch motifs and patterns that would make for nice (non-hooded) cowls or scarves. Didn't mark those, though.

I've already talked plenty about the scarf and cowl. They're such good patterns, and I really love wearing the cowl.

Regarding the crocheted lemon purse, I want to adapt that motif to make coasters. If I get ~fancy~, I'd make a little coin purse out of 'em, complete with zipper. There's a watermelon slice version, btw. Could probably poke a hole with scissors, rather than using that specialized too.

I have already made (or partially made) multiple cat-toy mice. It's such a great pattern; very small and quick. Bikini cat is another fav, though I haven't made new ones yet. No buttons on those, though. Just embroidered faces.

As for the other bolded patterns, I am only willing to subject myself to the mini lobsters. Solely because I'm in Maine, and lobsters are A Thing (TM). The snails weren't that much fun, but neither were the lobsters. Grumpasaurus is cute, but I still haven't finished sewing mine together, and he's been "done" for years. (Might need to knit the tail still, but the limbs are done.)

I also have this long-legged cat thing I've made. Here's how he looked while still in-progress, in 2014. He needs a face, still.

So yeah, that's all I've got for now.

#knitting #crochet #crafts #important stitching #free pattern #links #knitting notes

[sheliesshattered]

New sewing project

I just realized that I haven't taken any pictures of my new sewing project -- while I'm sitting here wearing the nearly finished dress, lol. That's how quickly it's come together, which is just wild after all the months I spent on the last dress I made.

I'll take some pictures in the daylight tomorrow, but I figured I'd document a little of the process now, before getting back to work and getting the sleeves on. Also there's matching pants, and those just need their waistband casing and ankle cuffs and they'll be done too.

Oh yeah, and the fabric only arrived like three days ago. xD

The motivation behind this project was to sew something for wearing around the house during the winter -- something cozy for these darker months when all I feel like wearing is long witchy dresses and cozy layers. I don't have any costuming events to plan for, and this is a dress I've really wanted the last few years, so Jack encouraged me to actually draft the pattern and get the thing made so I can start wearing it already.

The concept is a cozy winter dress in a sort of pseudo cotehardie look -- maybe more Victorian Pre-Raphaelite medievalism than anything that would work at an SCA event, but in that sort of direction. I have just enough of a wool allergy to make wearing it next to my skin completely unbearable, and since I'm not trying for historical accuracy, I can really use any fabric I want. I prefer to use only natural fibers (or synthetics made from natural fibers, like rayon and viscose) in my wardrobe whenever possible, and I knew I wanted this dress to be heavy, warm, and soft inside.

After a bunch of searching around online, I found a 100% cotton sweatshirt fleece weighing in at about 7oz per square yard. I ordered a sample of the charcoal gray color, which turned out to actually be more of a slate blue-gray, but that suited me just fine. The sample washed and dried well, and stayed soft inside without pilling, so I knew I had a winner. That just meant I had to actually draft a pattern to match what I was thinking. I pinned a bunch of things on Pinterest, all kind of revolving around this sort of look:

I thought about using a typical cotehardie pattern with triangular skirt gores, but since I knew I didn't want any sort of closures, lacings or otherwise, and because I was going to be working with a stretch knit, I decided I didn't want to try to mess with the accurate historical way of making dresses like these and just stick with a tried and true princesses seam pattern that I know fits me.

So I ended up adapting my pattern for Rhaenyra's red dress to draft this one. I kept the basic 10 panel shape, but drafted out the center front seam, and added some height to the tops of the sleeves so I can properly set them in (rather than lacing them on with some shoulder showing). I raised the neckline in the back to the nape of the neck, and rounded both the back and front necklines, rather than the V-shape of the Rhaenyra dress.

I also added a tiny amount, like 2mm, to each seam from the waist up, so that I could pull the whole thing over my head and not have to worry about a zipper. And I widened the skirts a bit from the hips down, since I'm not trying to replicate a screen-used look, and so I could have even more swish in the skirt. The wider skirts (and heavier fabric) also allowed me to put invisible pockets on the side-front seams, which the Rhaenyra dress really couldn't handle.

I also decided to draft some matching pants to wear underneath the dress, for those days when I really can't get warm. I used a pajama pants pattern that I drafted last year, widened the legs a bit so they're straight up and down, and raised the waistline a tiny bit so I can put a wider piece of elastic into it. I also drafted out the side seam pockets, since the dress itself will have pockets. I may yet go back and add welt pockets to the back of the pants, but we'll see.

The pajama pants I based the pattern on generally fit pretty well, but the only problem with them is that they're so wide at the ankle that they like to creep all the way up to my knee at the slightest provocation and leave my lower leg rather cold. Since these fleece pants will be even wider, and since the point of this is to be warm and cozy, I knew I wanted the ankle to come in nice and close. But I also didn't want to gather the lowest edge, since the fabric is so heavy.

After looking around at a bunch of pictures and patterns online, I figured what the hell, I know what I'm doing, and these are really only going to be worn under the dress (or other long skirts) anyhow, so even if they end up weird looking, who cares. With a bunch of math I drafted two extra pattern pieces that basically form a 3/4 skirt for the bottom of each pant leg, with the 'waist' of the 'skirt' around my ankle, and the circumference sewn to the end of the pant leg. The result is fluffy and round and ridiculous, but I think will suit my needs quite well.

Once I had all of my pattern pieces drafted, I laid them out on the floor at half the 64" width of the fabric, and then measured how much length I would need, rounding up a little for the ~5% shrinkage that happens when the fabric is washed. I placed my order just over a week ago, on December 9th, and it arrived -- all 6 yards and 5 pounds of it -- on this past Thursday, the 14th.

I washed and dried it on Friday, then started cutting out all the pieces (26 in total, for the dress and the pants) that afternoon. I'd also ordered cotton thread in a coordinating color, and that didn't arrive until yesterday afternoon, by which point I had most of the pieces cut out. Last night I pinned as many of the seams as I could and this morning I wound a bobbin and tested out my tension and stitch length on a scrap piece of fabric and then got straight to sewing.

To say this came together faster than the last dress would be a massive understatement, lol. The Rhaenyra dress is two layers of silk, both of which wiggled around and refused to stay on grain, frayed easily, and needed all the raw edges finished and fully enclosed. This winter fleece dress is shaped nearly identically, but the fleece fabric doesn't fray at all, doesn't slip and slide when I cut it, and generally has a pretty easy to find grainline. The only piece that gave me any trouble was the center front, since it doesn't have a straight outer edge to align with the knit, and for that one I just thread-traced straight down the canyon between two lines of knitting, and then lined up the center of the pattern piece with that, easy peasy.

So after three days of actual cutting and sewing, I am sitting here in something that is decidedly dress-shaped, and wonderfully warm and soft and cozy. I still need to attach the sleeves, tack down the pockets, and then hem the sleeve ends, neckline, and skirt hem, but I'm feeling like I might actually be able to accomplish most of that tomorrow.

For the pants I need to sew on the ankle cuffs and turn under the waist casing and add elastic, both of which should be pretty quickly done. I should be able to have both done by the middle of this week, I think, unless something major comes up, with work or otherwise. We've got a big rainstorm coming in this week, after a few warm days, and winter solstice on Thursday, so it would be lovely to actually be able to wear this by then.

My long-term plan for this dress, besides just wearing it around the house all winter long, is to make other pieces to layer over top of this, both for fashion and for function, sideless surcoats and vests and aprons and such. I might end up making a second fleece dress out of another color eventually, but even then I would want all the pieces to be interchangeable.

The look I'm going for is something I haven't seen anywhere else, but I'm thinking of it as sort of medieval cottagecore, or practical 14th century historybounding, all influenced by Pre-Raphaelite paintings and my own take on mori kei and strega fashion. Layers and long full skirts, body-skimming through the torso but not tight, practical and functional but still witchy and a bit unusual, all in natural fibers and the colors most commonly found in my closet already.

I'll take some photos of the dress in progress in the daylight tomorrow, and more pictures later in the week once it's finished. Provided I can actually talk myself into taking off the nearly-finished dress, which has been so very cozy and comfortable while I've typed up all of this, lol.

#my sewing #winter fleece dress #solstice dress #2023 mood #historybounding #14th century historybounding #medieval cottagecore #medievalism #cotehardie #sorta #pictures in this post are all sourced from Pinterest #many thanks to the creators for inspiring me in this wonderful and ridiculous project! #RRD cosplay #in that the pattern for this one is descended from that one

[remoony-lupin]

kooks - david bowie

will you stay in our lover's story if you stay you won't be sorry 'cause we believe in you

the baby was perfect. he had beautiful light brown skin, a curly black head of hair, tiny little fingers and toes, but the thing that stuck out most about him was his eyes. they were dark green with little flecks of gold. 'just like your mothers' james whispered as he looked at him.

soon you'll grow so take a chance with a couple of kooks hung up on romancing

lily and james were so proud of their little boy and spent the next few days just holding him in their arms, and looking into his gorgeous eyes. he slept well every single night, only murmuring slightly if he was hungry. everything was going surprisingly well.

we bought a lot of things to keep you warm and dry and a funny old crib on which the paint won't dry

sirius and remus came first.

'so,' remus asked, 'what's his name?'

'oh, we haven't actually chosen yet.' lily said.

'oooo, what about 'sirius' ?' sirius asked.

'sirius, we are not naming our baby after you.' james replied

'i didn't mean me. i just think it's a nice name.' he grinned.

'shut up and help us come up with a name.'

'he's really hairy, you know.' said sirius

'HARRY!' james shouted

i bought you a pair of shoes a trumpet you can blow and a book of rules

'what?'

'harry. let's call him harry.'

'james,' lily said, 'that's not bad actually.'

'i know, right!'

'harry potter.' remus whispered

'harry james potter.' lily said

'huh?'

'well, we've got to name him after his father.'

on what to say to people when they pick on you 'cause if you stay with us you're gonna be pretty kookie too

james could barely console his excitement. in fact, he couldn't console his excitement. he lifted harry up and span around the room.

'harry james potter. my son. my beautiful son.'

harry james potter was certainly beautiful.

will you stay in our lover's story if you stay you won't be sorry 'cause we believe in you

remus and sirius brought out the gifts they had brought harry. there was a rattle, a little soft black dog toy that woofed when harry played with it, the tales of beadle the bard and a blanket that remus had knitted..

'i think he likes them.' lily said, placing the blanket over him and he murmured.

soon you'll grow so take a chance with a couple of kooks hung up on romancing

just as harry was falling asleep, the doorbell rang. james ran down the stairs, and they heard dorcas, marlene and marys voices coming from the door. sirius was cooing over harry, stroking his finger over his face and lily and remus were sat on the bed chatting.

'look who i found!' james said.

'hello my darlings!' remus said, getting up from the bed and hugging his friends.

and if you ever have to go to school remember how they messed up this old fool

'hey love,' mary smiled, 'how are you?'

'you know, just getting by.'

'yeah. seems like that at the moment.'

'well, i want to see him.' marlene said.

'he's just over there sleeping in the cot.'

at that point, harry let out a huge cry.

'apparently not.' dorcas laughed.

don't pick fights with the bullies or the cads 'cause i'm not much cop at punching other people's dads

'someone's hungry.' lily said.

james placed him in lily's arms and kissed her forhead. he shut the door quietly behind them as he and the others left.

'tea, anyone?' he asked.

'do you even need to ask?' said remus.

'anything for our moony.' he grinned.

and if the homework brings you down then we'll throw it on the fire and take the car downtown

'so,' marlene said, 'what's it like being a dad?'

james was quiet for a while, sipped his tea, then whispered 'perfect. i wake up every morning when i look into his eyes, i think 'wow. you've done it.' i've got a child who i'm going to raise with my beautiful wife and my incredible friends and it's going to be perfect. just perfect.'

[theold-ultraviolence]

hey sweetie,

(don't worry! I am not going to lie, I might be a bit off this week because of uni stuff + anxiety is hitting me so... but yeah, pls don't ever worry about when you reply to me!).

in all truth, I always hear about Italian guys being hot, but 1) they really aren't and their mentality is honestly so awful (they are either so... terrible or fake intellectuals and the ICK!).

(also I relate to the bisexual thingy. because I only recently realized it last year and I haven't talked about it but with a friend and I am not going to lie, I don't feel threatened but also not safe... coming out?) .

listen... I don't endorse arranged marriages irl but I'd just like the universe to drop my soulmate in front of me. I... truly don't have time for dating and all that shit and I think that I have done enough therapy and personal growth to deserve a s/o, so indeed... build-a-boyfriend.

yeah, I love the whole thought of visiting different palaces and see me trying to do the most of it! (definitely brought over my 'comfortable shoes' so we shall see!).

but also like yesterday I and my friend went to the recreation of a 19th century ball (we know how to have fun, you can tell) and I was all thinking about doing it with aemond and ugh...

I'd like to point out something that I haven't yet arrived at 'carmilla' as I have understood the book is a collection of stories of the author and 'carmilla' is one of them and I have got to admit that I think the whole psychological and concepts behind these stories are very interesting but the writing is a bit... complex. but I shall let you in further in 'carmila'.

I actually discovered a new used bookstore in the uni city and there was a copy of 'the age of innocence' for half of the price and I am not going to lie, I have always been curious about that author, so do let me know what you think about it! and I am always a slut for pretty books.

OH THAT SEEMS SO COOL! I am not going to lie, there are a whole lot of interesting festivals and we have one in my city for children books and it's always wonderful BUT IT'S SO FUCKING EXPENSIVE UGH!

I hate how much culture costs, ugh. also that place seems so freaking cool and I'd be also spending my paychecks for different books... ahh good times.

if anything fails, I am opening a cool bookstore/coffee (I saw one yesterday where you can drink and knit and I UGH) and just live there.

yeah, I think that we talked about 'rebecca' before, through our first conversations and I am not going to lie, I truly loved it, although I was sideyeing everybody! in general I love romances and gothic novels, it's just the ugh... feelings.

also, as somebody who also has trouble accepting compliments, I get it all too well, and don't worry, I just think it's fitting and I am truly going to try to read more of your Eddie stuff as I truly enjoyed the way you portrayed him! oh gods, same. also I don't know about you but I was utterly blindsided by that death because I was like 'oh no, he is so popular, they won't kill him' and I ugh...

my plan if I went to do to my internship abroad in England was to visit Derby and just pretend that I casually met Ewan, so... but yeah... Derby has been definitely noted down as a place to visit...

(and I'll check out the show! I mostly saw edits and I am not going to lie, men in uniforms).

AHAHAHAHA, poor babes, they truly aren't getting the sleep and smexy time they need! but I love these headcanons and convos and they are so funny, so thank you for sharing them!

oh no, I get the whole same things about scarves (in fact I always get annoyed when it starts smelling like the outside and not my perfume) and it's utterly comforting, so catch me spraying aemond's cologne - for reasons - on my scarves if were were in a relationship. also taking a nap with it? THE DREAM.

thank you, sweetie! this weekend truly got me tired, but I got to be at the art exhibition and we even visited a museum and I caught with a friend, so I had a whole lot of - indulgent - fun!

I hope you got a nice weekend and your week will be fantastic!

-🌗

Bestie aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah I am once again replying a million years late, it's been a WEEK. But the worst has passed, and now I'm unscrambling my brain, sitting down on the 'puter to reply properly like I'd been wanting to.

Oh gosh that really sucks to hear! because yeah I definitely had that same idea (I mean, heh, Maneskin lsdjfldkjg) and I had no idea and it's awful that you have to deal with that home! I can absolutely relate in the same sense. We DO need for our s/o's to fall into our lives miraculously because otherwise, I have no idea how that would happen given our respective contexts lmao. I'm slowly (and reluctantly) learning to accept that I will become a hermit. And also, the same here about sexuality actually! I think I had enough alone time during the pandemic to realize it. And I feel the same way about telling that to the people that know me irl, mostly because I was the one to be so adamant about being straight for so long, for the context I was raised in, that I don't know how my mom and friends would feel about it when I come back like, 'hey, you know what????? nevermind"

omg now enough time has passed that I must ask how the rest of the trip is going/went!?? LOVE that you got to indulge in a little Aemod daydreaming during the recreation of the ball! but also just in general that sounds sooo freaking cool as well as the trip to the museum!! Literally this week I’ve been like, ahhhh I wonder what my bestie’s trip is looking like right now. Also, will be looking forward to more when you get a little further on reading Carmilla! (I haven't gotten further in neither The Blind Assasin or The Age of Innocence lmao) But on that note, AHH I'm dying to read your vamp!Aemond story!! I'm saving that one for this weekend because I want to properly curl up and enjoy it without worrying about anything. I did read the first few paragraphs which is why I was like, wait wait wait, I'm gonna save this one to savour it. But turning any blorbo into a vampire has GOT to be my favorite trope. Which, tieing into your point about gothic romances, there's really nothing more delicious than a gothic romance - with a little creature in it!? amazing.

Also about culture, LITERALLY! but the part that makes me mad is that, it should be more accessible but also, everyone in that works in the field is so underappreciated and underpaid, so I get it. And it also frustrates me that, I wish I had enough money to give more of my support to artists I like and such, but I'm in the same field and I don't have that kind of money! aahhh it's a struggle.

Re: Eddie. Once again, thank you sooo so much!! Ngl I really kinda wanna get into writing for him more once my life feels a little normal. At the very least I want to finish my vampire story with him (speaking of vampires). And speaking of vampires, ohhh I might be delusional but I am CONVINCED he will return as Kas. All the signs are there (and I'm gonna be an absolute fool if he, in fact, doesn't lmao).

Also it’s so funny about Derby because deadass I’ve had this fantasy since the beginning of time that that’s how I’m gonna meet and marry Domhnall Gleeson, by exhibiting my work in Ireland and then he stumbles into the gallery and ‘OHH MY, instant connection! (Don’t @ me) lately I’ve been imagining something similar with Ewan LMAO

Also about the scent on the scarves! I’m so dumb. You’re literally hosting your milestone event, I should’ve requested that 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ UGHH do let me know if you’re still taking requests and if I can request more than once? 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 because I’d love to read this fantasy about scent with hcs from you!

Hope you’re having/had an amazing time, and that the beginning of summer is going great for you, my darling!! X

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We Fell in Love in October, chapter 3 - October 3rd: Lunch Dates

For @dungeons-are-too-cold specifically because I told them that they would lose their minds over this chapter and also @gaelic-symphony bc she is my beta reader

Summary: Each of our main pairings goes on a lunch date, ft. a brief appearance by Willifer and Misty

Chapter word count: 1906

Total word count: 4844

Can also be read here on Ao3

Emily nearly jumped out of her skin when someone came up behind her at her locker and wrapped their arms around her waist.

"Relax, relax," Tara chuckled. "It's just me."

"Oh, okay," Emily said as she tried to return her breathing to normal. "Hey, you! What's up?"

"Well, I was thinking, it's our third day of being girlfriends and we haven't even gone on a date yet. Can I take you to lunch?"

"You most definitely can. Beats the peanut butter and jam sandwich I brought for myself."

"I am concerned for your eating habits when your mother is out of town."

"I can't cook, Tara!"

"Exactly! I'll have to give you some lessons."

"Or… you can just cook for me."

"I may be your girlfriend right now, but I am not your housewife!"

"Shame. You'd look so pretty in one of those fifties housewife dresses." Emily trailed her hand along Tara's waist on the comfy knit turtleneck sweater she was currently wearing. 

Tara was gay panicking again, but tried to laugh it off. "Yeah, maybe for Halloween. Now come on, I'm taking you out for lunch."

"Cool. Where?"

"The Burgers & Shakes down the street? It's close and affordable."

"Do you just want to split a milkshake with two straws?"

Tara could feel her cheeks warm. "Maybe."

Emily grinned. "Sap. Sounds good. Let's go."

They made their way to the restaurant and were seated quite quickly. "So, what do you recommend?" Emily asked Tara. "Since this was your idea and all."

"The chocolate-strawberry milkshake is to die for. Does that sound good to you?"

"Sounds amazing."

They ordered their milkshake and were served not too long after, since it didn't take long to make. It came in a large metal cup with two straws. "This feels hopelessly rom-com," Emily laughed.

"Says the girl who suggested we date for October so that we weren't both single for unofficial lesbian month."

"Yeah, okay, that's fair."

Halfway through the milkshake, Emily found herself with a massive brain freeze. "Ow ow ow ow ow," she muttered, pressing her fingertips against her temples.

"Did I not tell you to take it slow?" Tara asked her.

"No, no you did not, actually."

"Really? Oh. Well, you should take it slow. You don't want to get a brain freeze."

Emily laughed sarcastically. "Fat load of good that does me now, thanks, Tara. Do you have anything that might actually help me get rid of this brain freeze you are completely at fault for?"

"Press your thumb to the roof of your mouth."

She did, and quickly found that her brain freeze did in fact dissipate. "Wow. That's actually not bad."

"You're welcome," Tara said.

Emily stuck her tongue out at her. "I did not say thank you. I still blame you for the brain freeze in the first place."

They finished their milkshake, and as they were preparing to leave, Emily noticed Tara had some in the corner of her mouth. She picked up her napkin and said, "Here, you have a little something…" she wiped it off Tara's face, and suddenly the tension between the two girls was palpable. Emily once again found herself wanting to kiss Tara, but told herself it was too soon, and she had no idea if Tara was even okay with that.

Tara cleared her throat. "Um. Thank you." And with that, the tension was gone.

"Yeah. Of course. You would have done the same for me." She held out her arm to Tara. "Shall we head back?"

Tara looped her arm through Emily's. "We shall."

***

Spencer was less than startled when a very familiar set of hands covered his eyes and an equally as familiar voice from behind him said, "Guess who?"

"Hmm, I fucking wonder." Spencer turned around and pressed a light kiss to Derek's lips. "Hey."

"Do you know what today is?"

"It happens to be our thirty-eight-month anniversary, but I highly doubt that's what you're talking about."

"Actually, it is. I want to take you out to lunch to celebrate. Does that sound okay to you?"

Surprisingly, Spencer found himself blinking back tears. "Wait, you actually remembered? You're not just making that up?"

"No, seriously, look." Derek pulled out his phone and showed Spencer his calendar where that date had a reminder that said, 3 years and 2 months with my Pretty Boy! "I know we don't always do something on our monthly anniversary now that we have yearly anniversaries… but I thought maybe we could start?"

Spencer was really fighting back tears now. "I love you so much."

Derek wrapped his arms around Spencer and kissed him gently. "I love you too. So are we going out for lunch or what? Because I want to eat pizza with my boyfriend."

Spencer laughed through the happy tears that had begun to fall. "Yeah. I want that too."

Hand in hand, the two boys made their way to a pizza shop just behind their school. They swung their arms between them, and it just felt so terribly cliché. They loved it. They got a small pizza and shared it, feeding each other bites from their own slices even though it was the same pizza. 

"I like the idea of still doing something for our monthly anniversaries," Spencer told Derek as they were heading back. "Even though we have annual anniversaries now, these should still be just as important, you know?"

"Yeah," Derek said, smiling and this boy that he loved so much. "I know."

***

JJ and her boyfriend, Will Lamontagne, accosted Matt and his girlfriend Kristy in the hall. "The four of us are going on a lunch double date," JJ told them. "Now. No cafeteria."

Kristy and Matt looked stunned. "Um, okay," Matt said. "Can we ask why?"

"Emily texted me saying she and Tara weren't going to be at lunch because they were going out. Spence also texted that he and Derek weren't going to be at lunch because they're going out. So if the four of us leave, who do we leave behind all alone?"

It hit the other couple at the exact same moment. "Luke and Penelope."

"Exactly! So if we get them to spend lunch alone together, then maybe they'll actually start to take steps towards becoming the more than friends they are clearly meant to be!"

"Sounds good," Kristy said. "Let's go."

***

When Luke arrived at their normal meetup spot, only Penelope was there.

"Hey," he said. "Where's everyone else?"

"Well, it appears all of our friends have decided that October third is the best day of all days to go on lunch dates. So they are all gone."

“So it’s just you and me then?” He knew she was probably less than thrilled at the prospect, so he tried to keep some of the excitement out of his voice.

"Well, I mean, I was just going to go to the new coffee house that opened down the street. It's vegan, and no one else has wanted to try it with me, so this is as good an opportunity as any."

"Do you mind if I join you?"

Penelope raised her brows at him. "You did hear the part where I said it was vegan, right?"

"Yeah, I don't care. It sounds nice. Besides, I've hung out with pretty much everyone in our group one-on-one except for you. It could be fun."

"As long as you don't judge my eating habits."

Luke laughed at that, but the look in her eyes told him she was dead serious. "Wait, you don't think I would actually ever do that, do you?"

She shrugged and didn't look him in the eyes. 

"Come on, I knew you weren't my biggest fan, but do you really think I'm that much of a douchebag?"

She shrugged again. "I don't know. Not anymore. I kinda thought you were, back when you were new, you just gave off those vibes, I guess. I mean, come on, some new army brat macho football player? What was I supposed to think?"

"Well you know me now," he pointed out. "Surely you know I'm not like that. And I mean, come on, would Tara call me one of her best friends if I was a terrible guy? Would she even associate with me? You know lesbians are famously picky about the men they interact with."

Penelope giggled. "Yeah, I guess that's true." Her smile then fell a bit. "I'm sorry, Luke."

"Don't worry about it. So are you going to allow me to accompany you to your fancy coffee house, or are you going to leave me here all on my lonesome?"

She giggled again. "Yeah, sure, let's go."

He bowed and swept his arms in front of him in a grand gesture. "Lead the way, Chica."

The atmosphere of the coffee shop was amazing. It smelled heavenly and had a dark wood interior, with pieces of art all over the walls and dim lightbulbs hanging over the tables. Unfortunately, all this also made it feel like a prime date location.

"You're going to have to tell me what to get," Luke told her. "I've never eaten anything vegetarian or vegan before."

"Okay, well any coffee you get is going to be the same as normal, just with dairy-free milk, and they have paninis and baked goods if you want to get something to eat."

"Wait, Caprese," Luke said, pointing at one of the paninis. "Doesn't that have mozzarella cheese?"

"Well normally yes, but in this case they would have made fake cheese with tofu."

"Wait a second, you can make fake cheese from tofu?"

"Mhmm! You can make a lot out of tofu!"

"And does it taste like the real deal?"

"Why don't you try it and find out?"

Luke did end up getting that panini, and Penelope got a mushroom one. They each also got a cookie–chocolate chip for him, peanut butter for her–and an iced coffee.

"Queen culture is getting iced coffee at any time of the year," Penelope said.

"Truly," Luke agreed, laughing as he tapped his cup against hers.

They ate their lunch, laughing and chatting about everything and nothing. By the end of the lunch break, some of the tension between the two seemed to have dissolved.

"Hey, I had fun today," he told her, bumping her shoulder with his. "Seriously."

She smiled softly. "Me too." Then, with a smirk, she added, "Just don't think this means I'm going to be nice to you."

He laughed, holding the door open for her to leave ahead of him. "Of course."

They parted ways once they reached the school, each of them headed to their respective lockers. 

JJ sidled up to Penelope at hers. “So… how was lunch with Luke?”

“It was fine, I guess. Why—” she whipped her head around to glare at JJ. “Did you set that up on purpose?”

“No,” JJ lied.

Penelope fixed her with a look.

“Well, not entirely! But when I heard Tara and Em and Spence and Derek were going out already… I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to get you and ‘Cool Hand Luke’ to spend some time together.

Penelope buried her face in her hands. “I can’t believe I actually called him that around you. I hate you, you know that?”

“Mhmm,” JJ said, wrapping her arm around the shorter girl’s shoulder and giving her a friendly kiss on the head. “Sure you do.”

#Temily fanfiction #Temily High School AU #We Fell in Love in October #Temily #Tara Lewis #Emily Prentiss #Moreid #Derek Morgan #Spencer Reid #Garvez #Penelope Garcia #Luke Alvez #Willifer #Jennifer Jareau #Will Lamontagne #Misty #Matt Simmons #Kristy Simmons #Criminal Minds

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Prompt Request: Daniel Jackson confesses that he has feelings for you, because he is in love with you. Requested By: @kittyscarsan. you requested this a year ago, sorry it took so long lol

Pairing: Dr. Daniel Jackson x GN!Reader *might be slightly ooc, as it's been a while since I've watched any SG1

Warnings: A kiss at the very end, but that's it!

Words: 2.1k

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As your footsteps echoed down the empty corridor, your previously silent mind started to buzz as Daniel came into view. He was walking slowly down the long corridor, his eyes downcast as he held a book in his hands, his glasses slowly falling down his nose.

Your heart began to hammer in your chest as you watched him, butterflies erupted in your stomach, making you feel as though you might be sick. You hated that you always felt this way when you saw him, your feelings bubbling to the surface so abruptly, you were afraid they were written on your face.

Swallowing down your anxiety, you spoke, our voice echoing slightly off the metal walls. "Hey Daniel."

His eyes shot up at the sound of your voice, and for a moment you thought you saw something sparkle behind his eyes. But as he snapped the book in his hands shut and gave you a soft, yet almost forced smile, you thought you had been imagining it.

"Hey Y/n." He said as he paused for a moment. You saw his eyes dart past you and down the hall, as though he was looking for someone.

"Everything alright?" You asked curiously as his whole demeanor seemed to change.

He raised his brow and rocked on hi feet for a moment. "What? Yeah, yeah everything is fine, why do you ask?"

You hesitated for a moment as confusion washed over you. You smiled at him and shook your head. "No reason I guess."

He nodded and swallowed, before clearing his throat, pointing down the hall he forced another smile at you. "I gotta go, I'e got some reports to fill out."

You smiled and nodded, watching as he walked past you. You saw him rub the back of his neck as he disappeared around the corner.

Staring at the now empty corridor, you felt your chest begin to ache as you went over what just happened. You tried to force yourself to think that he was distracted with something else, that something was bothering him, and that it wasn't you that seemed to unnerve him.

But you failed to ignore this possibility as you kept replaying in interaction over in your mind. The way he seemed to have been uncomfortable in your presence. The way he practically ran away from you. Did you do something? Did he hear something? A rumor? A lie? Did someone tell him you had feelings for him and now he was uncomfortable around you?

No, the only person who knew, or at least the only one you knew, knew, was Sam. And she wouldn't do that to you. Would she?

Finding Sam in one of the labs, you stood awkwardly in the doorway, finding Jack in the room as well as he seemed to be trying to understand something Sam was talking about.

Noticing you, Sam smiled at you and greeted you, but upon seeing your somewhat distracted and unusual demeanor she frowned and walked a bit closer. "What's wrong Y/n?"

You looked between her and Jack, and stepped a bit closer. "Uh, I was just wondering. Have either of you noticed Daniel, acting a bit weird?"

Sam and Jack shared a look that you knew meant something, but as they looked back at you, they shook their heads in unison. You knit your brow as you watched them for a minute. "Did I do something?" You asked, you voice almost appearing desperate as you began to worry there was something wrong.

Sam, realizing this, took another step closer and placed her hands on your shoulders. "You haven't done anything Y/n. It's just-" she hesitated, letting out a sigh as she glanced back at Jack. "It's not really my place to say, but...if you are worried about Daniel, talk to him."

You scoffed lightly. "I tried to earlier, he practically ran away from me, Sam whats going on?"

She shook her head a bit, "Just...try again. I'm sure he'll tell you, it just might take a bit of..."

"Courage." Jack said from behind her.

You looked back at him and he shrugged his shoulder at you. You let out a sigh. "Alright, I'll go find him." You stepped back, and Sam nodded at you, almost encouragingly. You thought you saw something behind her gaze, but it was gone almost the same instant.

Stopping outside of Daniels office, you hesitated before knocking. You didn't know what to say to Daniel, how to ask him what was wrong. Something clearly happened, something that was causing him to avoid you, or maybe avoid every one. You were worried about him, and you were worried he did not trust you enough to confide in you, even though you thought you were close.

Letting out a deep breath, you knocked on the door. You heard Daniels voice come from within. "Come in."

You slowly opened the door and peaked in. Daniel looked up from the papers in front of you. When his eyes met yours Daniel seemed almost surprised. He smiled at you, this time it didn't seem as forced, but it was still hiding something.

"Can I come in?"

You thought Daniel hesitated for a moment, but he sat up and nodded. You stepped in, closing the door behind you. Daniel shuffled the papers around on his desk as he seemed to avoid looking at you. "You need something?" His voice was rushed, and he almost seemed flustered at your arrival, just as he had been when you were in the corridor together.

You watched him for a moment, your chest tightening as you saw the way he was acting again. After you didn't speak for a moment, Daniel looked back up at you. He seemed to really look at you for the first time. You were leaned against the door, your face knit with worry, maybe even fear? You seemed as though you were ready to run out the door at any moment. As though you weren't sure you wanted to be here at all. Daniels own anxiety and thoughts seemed to dissipate as he saw this.

You watched as worry seemed to cross his face as he stood up. "What's wrong Y/n? Did something happen?" The previous avoidance in his demeanor seemed to fade as he rounded his desk, watching you with the familiar fond and worried gaze you had seen many times before.

The familiar butterflies fluttered through you again, but you pushed them away. This was not the time.

You took a step away from the door, as you watched him. "Actually, I'm here to ask you the same thing."

Daniel opened his mouth but didn't say anything. He tilted his head slightly as he stared at you with confusion. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Well-" You began as you walked over t his desk, fiddling with some of the knickknacks he had placed on the edge. You could feel him watching you.

"This morning in the hall, you seemed to want to get away from me pretty quickly. Like I did something. I asked Sam and Jack if something happened, and they, hinted, that it wasn't me, but that something was wrong, and that I should try to ask you again." You looked back at him, seeing him staring at you a little more intensely than before. You shrugged your shoulder a bit. "I guess maybe it's not my place, but I thought we were...close enough, that I was someone you would tell, when something was wrong. But...You seem to be avoiding me, and I can't help but wonder if I am the problem."

You saw what appeared to be regret pass over his face as he shook his head. He stepped closer. "No, Y/n you didn't do anything, I'm sorry that I made you think you did, I just...I was..." He sighed as he turned away, rubbing his neck as he seemed to try and find his words.

Turning back towards you, he reached out his hand, gesturing at you. "We are close...we are. You're one of my closest friends, I trust you with, everything, but-" He let out a soft sigh as he stared at you.

"But what?" You asked softly as you took a step closer to him.

He hesitated as he shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged, letting out a chuckle, filled with anxiety and frustration. "I-don't know how to do this. I don't wanna ruin our friendship, and I think that's why I've been avoiding you, because every time I'm around you, I want to tell you, but then I get this terrible thought that you'll hate me afterwards, that you-you'll decide you don't want to be around me anymore, and I just....run." He let out a frustrated sigh.

"Jesus Daniel-" You began, fear rocketing through you as you approached him, stopping right in front of you. "What happened?" Your voice was soft, but almost forceful.

His eyes locked with yours as he let out a soft sigh, you saw his shoulders drop a bit as he finally let go of what it was holding him back. "What happened?" He repeated and you saw a soft smile cross his face as he stared into your eyes. You felt your gut clench as he stared at you like that, unsure of what it meant. "What happened is that I...don't want to just be your friend any more Y/n."

As Daniel saw your face change from confusion to subtle realization, he continued. "I don't really know when it happened, but one day I just...started to see you differently. I started to notice different things. The way your voice gets a bit higher when you're scared or angry. The way you tilt your head when you are listening to someone talk. They way your eyes seem to change color when the sun hits them. I started to get nervous when you were around, I wanted to be around you, but I wanted to run at the same time. I don't know when I started getting flustered anytime you smiled at me or sat close beside me, but it happened, and I...wasn't sure what to do." He finished his speech with a small shrug of his shoulders.

You opened your mouth to talk but nothing came out. His words swirled around your head and you seemed frozen. The things you ad wanted to hear, were actually said. The things you had been feeling for so long, he was feeling too.

Daniel took your silence as the opposite of what you wanted, and he stepped away a bit as h turned, clearly unsure of what to do. "That's why I was afraid to say anything, I didn't want to ruin our friendship."

You could hear the anxiety and pain in his voice, and it shook you from your thoughts. You reached out and gently grabbed his shoulder. "Daniel." He stayed turned away, but turned his had back a bit. "You haven't ruined anything. I just... I was never expecting you to say those things. It's the same reason I never said anything to you. I never wanted to ruin this either."

You saw Daniel knit his brow as he spun around, looking back at you. His face looked puzzled as he tried to understand your words. "What?" He said softly.

You smiled shyly at him. "Those things you said you started to notice about me, suddenly? Things that made you realize something changed?" He nodded, the movement almost unnoticeable. "I see similar things in you. The way you cross your arms when you are frustrated. The way you chew on your pen when you are lost in thought. How close in color yours eyes seem to be, to the blue of the Stargate? I don't really know when it changed for me either, but it did. And I was scared too."

Daniel stared at you as you spoke, realization taking over as a smile began to cross his face. When there was silence between you, your locked eyes allowed you to speak silently. He took a small step closer to you, as he continued to stared int your eyes. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he brought his hand up and gently caressed the side of your face as he smiled.

"I'm sorry I ran away. But one of the most frightening things I can think of, is losing you, in any way."

You smiled at him, nodding your head a little. "I have the same fear."

Daniel brought his hand underneath your chin as he inched a bit closer. Your eyes met as you leaned in as well. Your lips hovered in front of each other, brushing ever-so-slightly before you leaned in completely, your lips meeting in a kiss. It wasn't awkward, or hesitant, there was no reservation. It was deep, passionate, expressing the repressed feelings you had both held within you for too long.

xx End xx

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can I request a lil something? during the end of the manga or after the timeskip if you haven't read it yet, reiner still has feelings for historia and reader has one-sided feelings for him.

pieck gives reiner a small hint, saying he's wasting time while there's someone close to him that cares for him and points to you. he doesn't understand at first and maybe is conflicted about his feelings for you because of historia. reader is cool about it as she doesn't expect him to reciprocate her feelings.

a rollercoaster of emotions later, maybe there is a happy ending tho? i am curious to see what you can come up with 😭😭 i have dreaming of this scenario before bed and i can't help but get jealous of his crush on historia abjdsndks maybe you can help reiner reciprocate reader-chan's feelings or not

thank u so much aly 💖🥺

reciprocation

pairing: reiner braun x reader

a/n: OMG yesss! honestly, i was kinda annoyed at how reiner still had a crush on historia. i know that isayama wanted to show how everything went back to normal, but i was hoping that reiner would have a bigger role in the allied nations instead of being "dumbed down" to having an obsession with her. MAYBE THATS JUST THE JEALOUSY SPEAKING LMAO 😭 i was hoping this would be longer, although school has been killing me so im really sorry!! i hope its okay 💗💕 thank you honey!

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as reiner is handed historia’s letter, you fold your hands on the table and watch him without a word. when he reads the lines and smells the parchment - jean saying something snarky afterward - you say nothing.

you want reiner to be happy: you want to see him at ease like this more, face soft as the leaf of the page flits from his pinched fingers.

and so you let the man speak about historia like she’s a damn goddess, gushing over her handwriting, and keep your goddamn mouth shut. ignore your jealousy. your feelings.

the truth is, you’re in love with reiner.

you can’t even remember how it happened, but you can remember the first time you looked into those hazel eyes, and how you knew that they were going to stick with you for eternity.

you’ve come to accept his crush on the queen, though. reciprocation was never an option in your mind.

when jean begins to chew reiner out for lusting after a married woman, and reiner says something about jean being a horse, pieck’s gaze lands on you. “you’re rather quiet,” she says softly, resting her head on her palm.

you shrug, turning away from her. “i’m just tired.”

pieck catches your chin between her lithe fingers, and turns you to face her with a tiny smile. the young woman is very perceptive, and you’ve known her long enough. 

that’s when you notice the twinkle in her eye. she’s planning something.

pieck releases your jaw then, sitting up in her chair. “you’re wasting your time, reiner,” she says suddenly. “there’s already someone you know who cares for you.”

you pretend to not hear pieck - and definitely pretend you don’t see her faintly point at you through your peripheral. the movement of her fingers is barely there, but you catch it.

damn you, pieck.

the way you’re now pinned underneath armin, jean, connie, and reiner’s stares makes your stomach tie itself into knots with bubbling reluctance. shit, this is awkward. you want to run away.

still, you peer over to study reiner’s reaction. he looks confused at first, the contours of his face unreadable. you swear you see connie facepalm at the man’s cluelessness.

then reiner’s expression slowly changes: his eyes widen in awe, lips parting slightly, and brows knitting together. he seems genuinely surprised - and conflicted.

conflicted? why?

there’s no time to explain yourself though, because the door creaks open and annie steps in. her words fall on your deaf ears, and when everyone stands up to leave, you’re the first one out of the room. work beckons you as always.

two days pass.

you’ve been busy filling out tons of paperwork pertaining to the allied nations, so when you’re finally given a day off, you take it with open arms. 

freedom at last.

you lean against a bench outside of headquarters, enjoying the salty breeze that flutters along your skin. it’s dusk, the sky covered in a gradient of neon colors as the sun dips below the horizon.

you haven’t seen reiner since that day in the conference room. you wonder how he’s doing, what he’s thinking, how he’s holding up -

“hey.”

speak of the devil. you glance over your shoulder toward the voice, low and familiar.

reiner approaches you, clad in his uniform: the suit hugs his large frame perfectly, showing every flex of his muscles, and his blonde hair is neatly parted. the black tie looped around his neck just pulls it all together. it has you weak at the knees every. single. time.

“hey,” you answer, giving reiner a smile as he stops beside you.

and that’s when your heart lurches at the sight of him.

the sunset highlights reiner’s profile in gold, a heavenly shine that settles upon his blonde lashes and the flawless slope of his nose. the flecks in his irises sparkle – a beautiful mixture of soft browns and muted greens. the only thing you can do right now is admire the man. 

his words are what breaks you out of your daydream.

“work has been crazy lately, huh?” reiner says, focused on the candy-floss clouds and their fluffy shapes.

“well - yeah, pretty much. i don’t want to look at a pen or a piece of paper ever again.”

“that bad?”

“you have no idea. i almost regret marley and paradis reconciling.”

reiner chuckles gently at the joke, but it’s strained. his forehead remains creased, and he’s not really smiling. the emotion there is more … doubtful. it’s like he’s having some sort of inner conflict.

hopefully reiner’s not acting cautious because of the other day. you know he doesn’t return your feelings, and that’s totally okay. you’re happy enough being with him like this. “i’m not mad or anything, y’know.”

reiner stiffens at that. there’s a white flash of teeth when he chews on his lower lip. “i know.”

“good,” you hum, breathing out a sigh of relief. your core twists with envy when you force a grin. bite it back. tease him like always. “so about historia … ”

reiner’s eyes go wide almost comically, and you hear the breath in his lungs leave his firm chest in one exhale. there’s a light blush staining his cheeks now. it’s funny; he’s so goddamn big, yet he’s such a teddy bear.

“y-yeah,” reiner mutters. you observe the way his brows pinch together as he awkwardly shifts in place. it takes a while before the man composes himself again, which is strange.

is he scared or something? what the hell?

“pieck,” reiner hesitates for a moment. the golden strands of his hair ruffle in the wind and he appears ... well, lost. “was she being serious?”

the question is a shocker - jeez, he could have at least let you prepare yourself. a firm ‘no’ almost slips out, but you’ve never been much of a liar. not to reiner, anyway. crossing your arms against your chest, you inhale sharply and nod. avoid staring at him face-to-face. “yep.”

“ … why me?”

reiner says the words with a mixture of spite and anguish, a casual and rumbling voice. you immediately turn your head, frowning. “what?”

“i’ve done so many horrible things.” reiner exhales heavily and stares down at his hands; perhaps he’s imagining all the blood they’ve been stained with. “i betrayed everyone. i killed innocent people - all because i was selfish.”

it’s no surprise that reiner is broken after everything he’s been through, but it pains you to know that he continues to suffer in silence. whatever war is raging inside his ribcage tears him apart piece by piece, and you wish you could carry the burden. 

there’s probably nothing you can say to convince reiner that he was just a kid, a victim of circumstance. there’s nothing that can persuade him to see himself the way you do.

so you decide to tell reiner why you love him. 

you explain the amount of admiration you hold for him. tell him that you love the way he just wants to be someone his comrades can lean on, like a big brother. tell him that you think he’s the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen and how you think he deserves the world.

the way you spill your guts out snaps every nerve in your body. you don’t say everything you want to – but you tell him enough. a dark flush spreading across your face, you find the courage to look at him.

the world seems to stop on its axis when you find reiner staring right on back. the intensity of his eyes is stunning; they’re lit up with astonishment and affection.

god, the affection. you see it clear as day. maybe one of the greatest regrets in his life is how he forced himself to see you only as a friend.

that’s when he reaches out to you.

reiner retracts his hand twice, unsure, before slowly brushing his fingertips against yours. the touch is so feather-light that you almost can’t feel it. it’s a test - he’s waiting to see if you pull away. you can’t even move if you wanted to, because his fond gaze keeps you rooted to the spot before him. 

when you don’t recoil, reiner finally moves to gently hold your hand; his palm is so much bigger than yours, and your fingers slot together perfectly, like a jigsaw puzzle’s final piece. 

heart thrumming like a hummingbird has been stuffed into your chest, you’re almost at a loss for words and come to a realization.

this utterly amazing man likes you. always has. 

but reiner shoved away the feelings for one simple reason; you deserved ‘better.’ focusing on the old crush he had on historia was a distraction - an attempt to convince himself to stop thinking about you.

because looking at you everyday and not being able to act upon his feelings was too painful.

“is this okay?” reiner asks lowly. there’s a slight pinkness to his cheeks, the color of a selfless love.

by some miracle, you manage to nod dumbly. “yeah, of course. it’s fine.” it’s amazing is what you actually want to say.  

reiner squeezes your hand at the reassurance, a sigh escaping from his throat. “i really—”

you wait for him to finish, but he doesn’t. reiner just searches your profile for signs of discomfort, and then untwines your hands to bravely swipe a thumb along the length of your cheekbone. 

there’s no time to speak because he’s already leaning down.  

the sensation of reiner’s lips pressing against yours lights your skin ablaze; you can feel the curling flames of passion sear your soul, made even more intense by the warmth of the sunlight on your back.

it’s natural, it’s tender, it’s warm.

reiner’s breath rattles into your mouth when you rest both palms against his solid chest and deepen the kiss. the musky smell of his aftershave and cologne envelops you completely, and fuck, it’s so good. your arms wrap around him, fingers passing over the sharp slopes of his shoulder blades.

as much as you wish the kiss could go on endlessly, there are people gathering outside. avoiding any unwanted attention from nosy strangers is very much appreciated.

you pull away to nuzzle your nose into reiner, and he rests his chin on your shoulder, protective arms moving to loop around your waist. it’s such an intimate caress that it sparks your brain into overdrive.

as the rushing sound of the breeze comes back to your ears through the quiet, you tuck the kiss away to be remembered forever. that’s all there is to it. being close to reiner like this - swaying together like wildflowers in the wind - is more important than anything else.

“i like you,” reiner murmurs.

the suddenness of it makes you laugh, and you can feel the upward quirk of reiner’s lips - a whisper of a peaceful smile and a sweet, sweet promise.

#timeskip reiner still sexy asf #I just wanna hug and kiss him ugh #reiner braun x reader #reiner x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #snk x reader #reiner braun #reiner x you #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

[misschifuyu]

Temporary

characters: sano manjiro (mikey) + gn! reader

genre: angst

warnings: swearing

It didn’t take a genius to notice.

At first, you figured it was simply because of work; busy work amongst the members that he had to deal with, taking up all his free time. You understood what it meant to be the leader of such a prestigious gang - if one could call it as such - so you didn’t think much of it.

“Did everything go okay today?”

“Yeah”

It was strange, to say the least, seeing him so quiet as you greeted him into your home. Having not seen him in a few days, you figured this would be a perfect opportunity to get together, one Wednesday afternoon you thought he would be free.

Of course, he had answered your text with an ‘okay’ to your suggestion; as a result, you were surprised to see him in such a glum mood.

That afternoon he had sat with you, but it felt as though the two of you were miles apart. Only a few words were exchanged, and you knew, without a doubt, that something wasn’t right.

Days passed on, and you tried to leave him some space. You knew well how much Mikey could get overwhelmed with life’s troubles, so you figured it was best to leave him sort them out before trying to intervene. The last thing you wanted was to make matters worse, after all, so you trusted it was the right decision.

Unfortunately, this ended up spanning into a week without knowing anything about him.

As it got to the 7th day, you couldn’t stop yourself from calling him. Grabbing your own, you clicked on his profile, a picture of the two of you showing up as you did.

What if something had happened to him?

Listening to the ringing tone by your ear, your mind drifted off into all the possibilities; despite knowing how your boyfriend was, you still worried for him. More than he could ever even imagine, frankly.

After a few seconds, you reckoned he wasn’t going to pick up. You couldn’t even begin to think of why, your legs taking you out into the streets of Tokyo as you hurried to the place you could only think he would be.

Near the riverbed.

Luckily, your house wasn't located too far from the spot where you had spent countless evenings throughout your relationship. It always seemed to bring Mikey a sense of serenity, watching the water flow by as he would rest on the grassy hill. Truthfully, you weren't entirely sure you'd find him there, but it was a place to start searching for him, at least.

Rounding the corner of the final block, you spotted a sitting figure. By the flowing, black jacket that was hung on the person's back, you recognised them immediately - unless another Toman member had decided to get a very similar haircut to your boyfriend, that is.

You were relieved, glad to know that you weren't going to have to search for him or even ask around for his whereabouts. And as far as you could tell, he didn't seem to be injured or in any bad state. Letting your chest heave out a deep breath from running just seconds earlier, you slowed down your pace to approach him.

He was silent. No surprise, seeing as he was alone, but as you got closer you could tell that he was far from being in a happy mood. The way his eyes were locked onto the distant view of the city made it clear that he was deep in though, and seeing as he wasn't accompanied by anyone, it would seem that he had come here to be alone with his thoughts.

A sense of pity filled your senses, and all you wanted to do was console him. But you knew that would be of no way to come up to him, so you stopped a few metres away from him, hoping he had already sensed your presence, so as to not startle him.

"...Manjiro?"

Addressing him by his first name, you remained still in your position. By his slow reaction, you assumed he had known you were there, but had chosen to ignore your presence until you spoke up.

He looked up at you with what could only be described as an empty stare. It worried you, seeing him look at you with such dull eyes, but you stood silent, waiting for him to speak up on his behalf.

"Why are you here?"

Far from what you had expected as the first words he aimed at you after a week's worth of disappearance, you sucked in a breath. Was this really his reaction upon seeing you after such a time period? And if you hadn't come, would he have continued to act as if you held no place in his life?

"I wanted to make sure you were doing okay...You haven't come over for a week, so I was starting to worry and-"

"It was for your own good"

Upon his interruption, you knitted your eyebrows together, a prominently confused look on your face.

"What?"

Mikey blinked away from you, looking instead towards whatever was behind you. He was avoiding eye contact with you, and that was the last thing you needed when you were trying to understand him. His distance had been a clear sign that something was wrong, and now he couldn't even bare to look straight at you.

"Things have been getting complicated as of late, and I didn't want to bother you with all of that"

Now that you had a closer look at him, you could see that he wasn't in the same shape he was always in. His right arm, which had been out of your sight until you stopped before him, showed a series of dark bruises, and a nasty cut was split by his top lip, clearly caused recently by the bright, red tones that made up the injury.

That wasn't to mention his ripped attire. Strewn across the sleeves and even the front piece, they looked to be a consequence from a knife, tearing the fabric in an attempt to reach him instead.

"Mikey, you know you would never bother me with any of this, you should've come to my house, I would've helped you"

With a shake of his head, the blond strands that you so loved to run your fingers through moved in sync with his movements.

"No, Y/N. Shit gets ugly after a fight, and the last thing I want is for you to see me like that. Can't you just be patient for a little longer?"

His tone was starting to sound aggravated, and you hadn't the faintest ideas as to why. All you had done was come up to him to ask about his wellbeing, and yet he was adamant in pushing you away.

"Patient? Mikey, I've been worried sick this past week, not knowing where you've been or what you've been doing. All I've gotten are ignored calls and messages, do you really expect me to just be alright with that?"

He had turned to look back at the river by now, listening to you but with what seemed to be very little interest. It was as if you were speaking to a wall, and you were starting to get worried that this wasn't going to end well.

The fact he didn't trust you enough to continue to be at his side when at his lowest point was giving you clear signs that something wasn't going right in the relationship. He had helped you countless times when you needed him, so how come he didn't allow himself to seek out your help in such times?

The silence between the two of you was heart wrenching.

"Manjiro? Are you even listening to me?"

Shoulders lifting, he closed his eyes momentarily before turning fully towards you.

"Y/N, I'm just fucking afraid you'll end up seeing me the way I see myself. It's not all sunshine and smiles, but I don't want you to see that because I know damn well you'll leave me if I show up to your house looking like this"

So he didn't.

He didn't believe he could count on you when he was going through tough moments. He truly thought you were so empty-hearted that you would leave him for something you knew right from the start could happen. Hell, you knew before even dating that he could show up busted and bloodied out of the blue.

And yet he had convinced himself that, somehow, you would ditch him because of it.

He had created a distance between the two of you, one that you had never thought even existed. On your behalf, such a gap had never even come to mind, but it seemed his just continued to grow.

"I would never leave you for something like that, Mikey...why would you even think of that? I love you for everything that you are, no matter the state you come home in"

"Don't lie to yourself, Y/N. I know what kind of person I can be, and it's far from something one would want to be with. I'm a worthless idiot who spends his days fighting endlessly without a clear objective...what if I end up doing the same to you?"

"Mikey, don't say that, you know-"

"No, I fucking don't, okay? Every damn day I'm scared that I could turn on everything that I know and love, and I don't want you to go through that"

You could feel a knot in your stomach as you took in his words, each one hurting more that the last. Why would he speak about himself like that? You knew he didn't have an easy life but, turn on everyone? That was far from the reality.

"But-"

"Look, I'm not dealing with this, now or ever. If it bothers you that much, you can leave. I'm not going to put you in any sort of danger, so if you see that as negligence, I don't see us getting any further than this"

That's how he felt.

That's how he felt about the relationship; something to be brushed off so easily in a matter of a few words.

Just a temporary circumstance.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers mikey #tokyo revengers x reader #sano manjiro #mikey x reader #manjiro x reader #angst #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokrev

[actualbird]

Extremely sorry to those who aren't interested in Pokespe but also I'm not that sorry because this is absolute heaven for me xfjxjg

Pokespe's my second favourite piece of Pokemon media because the Mystery Dungeon series has captured my heart and my reasons for loving it keep evolving as the years pass but yeah!!! Its story is just the best and it barely lets up in quality. Why the manga goes so hard I will never know but I am forever thankful.

Definitely understand stopping at sinnoh dgsj it was great but not as good as hoenn. Nothing has topped hoenn yet imo but also I stopped reading halfway through X and Y so maybe the later arcs proved me wrong. When I find them...

I do think sinnoh had the best trio of all the cast though, they felt really close knit and their friendship progressed really well. Nothing can top Ruby and Sapphire's closeness but I think the addition of Emerald stopped them from getting best trio. Still love both casts a whole lot!

I forgot how much I loved Yellow's kindness fhdkh the manga barely even made fun of them for it!! Every character who pushed them to fight always got proven wrong when their nonviolence got the job done well! Also it made the moments when they actually needed to fight hit really, really hard. The sense of gravity when they actually fought was so much easier to feel when it was Yellow, the one who's defined by disliking battling, who was fighting instead of almost everyone else who get into fights regularly. Same thing applies here for Ruby but on a smaller scale.

In almost all the Pokemon media Gold and Silver always seem to act like boyfriends it's great. Those two could rival Red and Blue honestly.

Pokespe and its casts are so good. It's not even just the human characters, the Pokemon get great characterisation as well! Pika struggling to care for Yellow's Caterpie had a whole chapter devoted to it and it didn't even advance the plot, it was there for fluff and I loved it. A Pokemon is also the reason I insist that my friends who know nothing about Pokemon read the hoenn arc. That Pokemon happens to be Feefee/Mimi depending on translation. Not gonna spoil why to anyone who may be interested but I love her so much and I know it hits so much harder when you don't know anything about Pokemon.

Adding on to traditionally weak traits are seen as strong, the X and Y arc deconstructs the opposite. It shows why the common trope of the child prodigy battler isn't necessarily a completely good thing and I loved it so much.

Yeah Norman was. hm. It also says a lot about how few people read the manga when Norman being an absentee father is a meme from the games because if those people read the manga the memes would get even worse and yet they haven't somehow.

Ruby and Sapphire's backstory and how it affected them in the present is masterful. They're such amazing foils and the way both their povs were presented made their wildly different personalities make so much sense!! The same event resulted in such different outcomes, it's just amazing. Speaking of the incident, I'm convinced the manga is psychic because the remakes of hoenn gave it extra fuel to expand on the incident in such a natural way you'd think it was made with the manga in mind. Of course the oras arc took full advantage of that, so if you haven't you could check it out alongside your rereading! The remake arcs always tend to be pretty good anyway.

I would absolutely love to see the liveblog dtidti there's so much to think about when reading it!

🌌

HI AGAIN, MILKYWAY!!!!

listen, for ppl not interested in this, jus scroll as fast as u can. surely, if u follow this blog, u have become adept at scrolling thru my KILOMETRIC LENGTH RAMBLING so u guys will be fine

OHHHHH i am taking note of mystery dungeon then. the only pokemon games i played were the "main" ones (that i played on a frigging game boy color, pokemon yellow and pokemon silver. everything else i played on an emulator, i feel....aged) so hearing about this that u say is Good, my interest has been Piqued!!!

yeA YEAH!!! like while i didnt finish sinnoh, i loved the trio there so much cuz they were together for basically all of the story. also, the whole identity misunderstanding thing was SO RIDICULOUS and SO CONVOLUTED and it was amazing to watch ksjdbfsjd

kjfbasjfbkajsfak same like.....when i talk about hoenn i just dont talk about emerald. i dont hate him or anything but. i just didnt like him all that much, and i dont even have a reason for it, HAHA. maybe it was cuz i was reeling from how incredible ruby and sapphire were together and how their lives intertwined and then emerald just like. Happened. i'll have to reread it to figure out why i didnt take a liking to him tho

YEAH HRGRHGRHHR UR RIGHT!!! yellow who avoids battling bc of values and so when it does, it HITS. also suddenly just realized wow, sunshine character who is mostly always sunshiney except in the moments when they arent and it Hits Hard.....thats another trope that i love up to this day that i now realize can be traced back to pokespe omg

gold and silver are gay. facts. red and blue are also gay and theyve got like, OG Cast Superiority, but i dunno, there was something about gold and silver. there was a different FLAVOR

GOD YEAH UR RIGHT. the pokemon themselves are such fleshed out characters and YEAH. MIMI THE FEEBAS. when i was rambling to my gf yesterday i went on a whole tirade about mimi and how important she is both in herself and in how ruby grows. that Moment where ruby Snaps......it's engraved in my brain. it hurts me. but it was frigging fantastic holy shit.

oooOOOHH, okay maybe i may look into X and Y!!! i love some good subversion of tropesssss

YEAH. NORMAN WAS HM. THATS ALL I'LL SAY ABOUT THAT!!! mostly cuz i only wanna say further thoughts after ive reread hoenn kjbdkjfkdfs

MY GOD ruby and sapphire are so powerful, the story became prophetic.

im a bit no braincells cuz booster shot just shot my braincells out the window so i'll end with a meme

#also dont look at me but i might be thinking of a tot pkmn au but along the vibes of pokesp aka #just like way more intense irt themes and stakes ksdbfdfks #WHO KNOWS WHEN I CAN ARTICULATE THAT THO IN A BULLET POINTED POST!! WHO KNOWS!! #milkyway!anon #asks

[mxtcha-tea]

domestic shiratorizawa

⊹summary; the life inside the dorms of shiratorizawa

⊹pilots; gn![y/n], ushijima, tendou, semi, yamagata, reon, kawanishi, shirabu, goshiki (pairings showed; yamagata x reader, goshiki x reader)

⊹genre; fluff, crack and some cursings (no proofread)

⊹flight details; i've once made a domestic imagines in my old blog so imma make a small reboot of it <3

random shopping

normal day, normal life. you could've seen yourself laying or even napping in your room while a compilation of minecraft songs plays in the background. but no. instead, you're inside an antique shop with Yamagata, Ushijima and Tendou.

you have no idea when, or how did the process happened but you surely is done with getting dragged inside the shop by Tendou and Yamagata.

while Ushijima's stuck on a section, you don't know where, but he's definitely stuck there, "[y/n]! look at what i found,"

Yamagata called you as you turned around to see him holding up a pretty heavy doll. you raise your brow, "what the hell is that?" walking towards him and taking a closer look at the object in hand,

"i think it's a, um, i think a matryoska doll? matroyska? is that how you say it?" "why're you asking me, i don't know jack shit about russian stuff,"

"ah you mean, matryoshka doll?" Tendou butted in, startling you two, "it's also called a 'nesting doll' and did you actually know that it was actually originated from china?"

Yamagata's eyes practically sparkled at that with a surprised look, "from china? really?"

you can only roll your eyes, "and how can you even know all that?" Tendou snickered and put on a smug face, "i'm actually very smart, y'know. ya'll just don't know about it," "says the person in class 2,"

"i blame the mathematic old hags for adding letters in math, and the apple that fucking hit my man Isaac," you tsk'ed and walk towards the next section. Yamagata passive aggressively put the matryoshka doll down and follow after you along with Tendou,

"also, we need to find ushijima, i think he's stuck in some section between here...ah there," you stopped walking and turn to your right where you find Ushijima reading a book.

Tendou skipped towards him and smack his shoulder, "you okay, wakatoshi-kun? you sure did took longer to look at the stuff here," while Tendou chats with Ushijima, Yamagata look up at the shelves as something caught his eyes.

he tried to reach it while tip toing but due to his height, he can't reach it. then, he jumped from his spot to grab the object but end up hitting his head onto the board, "AGH, FUCK!" which causes you all to look at him, watching him hold his head while shivering from the pain,

"are you okay, yamagata?" ushijima ask, putting back the book on the shelves, "yeah, yeah, i'm just tryna get that," he shakes his head before pointing up.

you followed his finger and caught a glimpse of an old polaroid. it's a little bit dusty but other than that, it looks new. Ushijima reached it from his spot and managed to grab it, "here,"

he hands it to Yamagata as he instantly recovered from his recent pain and snatch it from Ushijima's hand, subtly thanking him with a grin, "why do you even need a polaroid?" Tendou asked, leaning his arm over Ushijima's shoulder with one brow up,

"pfft, for journaling of course,"

a gust of wind went through you while staring at him with a poker face, the same with Tendou with a small cat like smile. Ushijima just looked the same,

"okay," "WHAT'S WITH THE TONE??" you blinked and just knit your eyebrows, "i mean, since when you started journaling? you're not even the type of person to do something aesthetic,"

he pouted and just crosses his arms, "so what? that doesn't mean i can't do it, right? have faith in me god darn it. and honestly, my journal looks good so far," "well, fine,"

you waved your hand at him and continue going through the other section. and just like that, "hey wait!" Yamagata tailed after you.

Tendou snickered at the two and focus back on Ushijima, who's still watching the display yet again, "have you thought of what to buy wakatoshi-kun?" "i'm not sure, there's a lot of interesting stuff here," "well, you've only been in this section but okay~"

studying

"agh, why did those idiots really have to call me at this time...?"

you groaned, slowly walking through the halls with a slouched figure. tracing your fingers along the wall with a dejected look. you're suppose to sleep today.

an hour or two long sleep. it's finally the weekend which means the time for you to sleep all of your problems away. drifting into slumber with fluffy pillows and warm blankets, enjoying your dream as long as you can.

until your ringtone annoyingly rings next to your ear. you answer the call, and again greeted by the most annoying human in the planet,

"[y/n], we need you at the gym right now!"

"huh? oh fuck off Tendou, i need to sleep right now,"

"nuh uh, you can sleep later after you go to the gym,"

"why? are you, i don't know, practicing or something?"

"you have to find out. if you don't move your ass from that bed, we'll send Hayato to wake you up~"

". . ."

and now, you find yourself standing in front of the door of shiratorizawa's volleyball gym. not only that Tendou wakes you up from your sleep, you also had to WALK all the way from your dorm to the gym,

"i'm gonna add more time to their practices after this..."

sliding the door open, you expect them to be doing serves or maybe spikes.

but instead, you're seeing them—as in the 3rd years—all sitting down at the middle of the court, with books around them.

and what's even more confusing is that they somehow managed to bring a table inside. no, not the flip-able table.

literally a whole ass table.

Reon looks up from his book and notices your figure standing on the door way. he waves his hand at you, you did the same but still with a confused look.

Yamagata was next to see you as he abruptly stand up from his spot, shaking the table in the process,

"Hayato! stop shaking the table," "oops, sorry. ah, wait, [y/n]!"

that caught all of the boys attention as they look at you, "what taking you so long to arrive?" Tendou asked, a pen rested in between his upper lip and nose.

Semi smacked him in the face—earning an 'ow'—before shaking his head,

"their dorm is literally far from the gym, and why do you even proposed your idea of studying at the gym anyway?"

you make your way towards them, Reon patting the empty spot next to him. you sat down on your spot as Yamagata did the same. seemed like he was waiting for you.

Tendou rubbed his nose and pouted at Semi, "this was the best place to study anyway! it have much more room,"

"we should've gone to the cafeteria OR the LIBRARY," Semi groaned, looking back at his book before writing on it,

"pfft, the cafeteria's no fun. and i got banned from the library," Reon looks at Tendou with confusion, "well, it's not surprising,"

Tendou shrugged, "i was also banned from the library," Ushijima said, not looking up from his notes as you knit your eyebrows at that,

"you're also banned from the library? Satori, what did you and Ushijima did—" "anyways, um,"

he cut you off, fidgeting with his pen before pointing it at you, "right, you need to tutor us on this subject~!"

you blinked, looking down at the book they're studying about, "haven't the teacher covered this already?"

"well, i'm sorry, class 6. but we have no idea how this thing works. maybe only Reon, but look at Semi,"

Tendou wrapped his arm around Semi's neck, practically head locking him, "he's from class 1 and i think you should teach him about this the most," "I'll rip your fucking head off, Tendou!"

while both of them tried to strangle each other, Yamagata caught your attention next,

"and also, it won't be fun without you, y'know," Reon nodded, "and don't forget that you can't leave me alone in this,"

"oh right," "hm? what was that?" Yamagata asked. you just shake your head with a defeated smile, "nothing..."

after clearing your throat, you snatched Semi's book away before flipping through the pages,

"okay you scumbags, it's time to learn,"

oblivious enough

the birds chirped from the tree, the hallway's as loud as ever. Semi and Tendou's leaning against the window, each of them drinking apple juice and eating yakisoba bread.

it was silence between them before Semi spoke, "hey, Tendou," "yes Semi-Semi?" "y'know,"

Semi turned his head to look at Tendou as the redhead did the same, "have you, noticed the relationship between [y/n] and Yamagata lately?"

the latter made a thinking face, before nodding, "hm, seems so,"

"do you think, either one of them ever noticed about it?" Tendou shakes his head at the question, "nope, i don't think they do. in fact, they might be completely oblivious to it,"

Semi snickered, "right, like that one time..."

"[y/n], do you think my lips are dry right now?"

you look up from your clipboard, seeing Yamagata pointing his lips, "hm, nah. they're fine, but if you want, i can but on some lip balm,"

his eyes sparkled at that as he nodded his head with excitement, "sure!" you walk towards your bag with Yamagata following you. opening the zipper and search inside it, you pull out your lip balm,

"here, hold still," you put a hand on his cheek while the other applies lip balm onto his lips. it was a slow process but he managed to not move at all while making eye contact with you.

once you finished applying, he pop his lips before humming, "mn, cherry," "let me know if you need anything else,"

he nodded with now flushed cheeks as he smile at you. you did the same, gently patting his arm.

from a distance, Shirabu looks at them with a disgusted look, "ugh, can't they be more subtle about it,"

Kawanishi shrugged, "just let them be,"

"how can i redo my memory? i don't need to see that this early," "well, what if it was us?" "i would be twice as grossed, i can put my own lip balm," "hm yeah, you're right, i honestly would be like that too," "good,"

"haha yeah, now that i think about it, they do it all the time right?" Tendou nodded at Semi's statement before hearing the all too familiar voice just a few meters away from them,

"[y/n]!"

you turned your head around while still sipping your drink. Yamagata stood in front of you, holding out his visibly crumpled necktie with a small smile,

"my necktie!" "ah again? whatever," you give your drink to him as he hold it for you.

grabbing the necktie from his hand, looping it around his collar shirt and started tying it with a concentrated look,

"i can't say that it'll be clean when i finished tying it," "it's okay! that's why i'm asking you to do it, messy or not, at least i have it on," "hm, yeah,"

after you finished tying it and patting it a little, Yamagata hugged you, "thank you!" "yeah, you're welcome,"

the aura literally radiates on the slightly crowded hallway as some of the students who passed you talked among themselves.

Semi and Tendou stared at you two, expressionless eyes but with a small smile,

'ah, right,'

Tendou sighed, intertwining his fingers together and lifting it up to his cheeks, "ah, young love~"

"we're all the same age,"

"young love~"

bonus; reliable kouhai

lifeless.

is what goshiki would say when he took a few glances at you from his book. you promised to tutor him about this subject he's struggling on. but didn't really expect to see your slouched form walking inside the library.

he's not even sure if you even hear anything you're saying right now, "get a shovel and two-" your head hit the table, creating a loud sound and catching the attention of almost everyone inside the library,

"[y/n]-senpai, um, are you okay??" you groaned and rapidly blink your eyes, covering your forehead, "yeah, 'm just..."

a yawn escaped from your mouth before you can even finish your sentence, "...tired. those stupid senpais of yours need help tutoring too even tho being grown ass men,"

goshiki closes his book and creating a small 'thump', snapping you out from your mind,

"well, if that so then you didn't have to come, you could've just tell me and i would be fine with it!" your hoarse laugh caught him off guard as a shade of red ran across his cheeks, "i can't break a promise, tsutomu. why do you even think i agree on tutoring you?"

"uh, cause you want to help me with my studies?" "one of it, and cause i enjoy tutoring you," he can feel his cheeks heating up more when you made eye contact with him, a small smile laced upon your face,

"and honestly, you're smarter than i thought. class 4 right? that's cool," he looked away, trying to calm his nerves down, "t-thanks! a lot of people thought i was in a lower class, so i, i appreciate it,"

goshiki took a peek at you, now burying your face onto your face, "also, senpai," "hm?"

"you should take a nap for now, i think i can start understanding this formula," you slightly look up at him, "you sure? i was prolly talking craps just now," "yeah! your health is more important anyway,"

you hum, offering him a warm smile, "thanks, i know i can count on you," you rested onto your side and close your eyes. lips slightly parted and just like that, you're deep in your dreams.

he pursed his lips, slowly leaning against the table to look at your face. it's calm, peaceful and beautiful, kissable lips. he wonder if he could lean in a little closer until you two-

goshiki instantly jolted up and hit himself on the head, face's covered in the color red, 'no! don't think about that, curse you Tendou-San for introducing me to those mangas...'

Tendou's faces ran across his mind as he grunted,

'why're they so pretty??'

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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 3

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

A/N: Thank you all so much for the support you've been giving to this fanfic!

CHAPTER THREE

It was a day of sunlight and cold smoke in New York. The clouds split above towering buildings, the sun shining in its full glory. You left the apartment earlier, scared to wake Bucky up, only for him to wake up to his stepbrother's roommate creeping up on him in the morning. You pushed Bucky's face at the back of your mind. Perhaps he just looked like someone you've seen before or you've bumped into. Who knows? New York is a pretty big city.

With your airpods plugged in, and your phone in your hand, you started running on the streets, greeting some people with a smile on the way, ignoring the pain on your head. There was Millie from the flower shop, Bob from the woodshop, Rex from the coffee shop, and Colin the friendly street beggar. After five blocks, you didn't know anyone anymore. Just some strangers on the street you see from time to time but never interact with.

Already nearing highway streets, you slowed down your pace, careful not to crash into some bikers or worse, these honking cars rushing to get to their 8-5 jobs. There was a pang of relief that rushed over me as you stood on the other end of the street, waiting for the walk sign to turn green. It was one of the things you loved working in a bar and handling your own photography gig. You weren't answering to no one and rushing to work like these angry hooligans. You both worked in the evening and on your own time. Steve wasn't a bossy boss who yells at his staff. He was just like one of you guys, but unlike you, he had a sense of leadership.

And you get to run every morning -- even though there was still a throbbing pain on your forehead. Peter will never be able to persuade you to go work in their company or in any company for that matter. But you must commend him for his unwavering determination.

You stopped at a convenience store after rounding a few more blocks and bought a bottle of water which you've finished right in front of the cashier who found her phone more interesting -- or perhaps she was just used to some girl finishing a bottle of water in mere seconds.

"Hey, where's the trash?" You asked. The trash can beside the counter wasn't there. She just shrugged and popped her bubblegum.

You walked away from the store, knowing all too well that she wouldn't say or do anything past chewing and popping her gum.

Right across from where you were standing was a tall, elegant white hotel adorned with golden flecks of some kind of shiny paint, which you remembered was Bucky's. It stood twenty something stories tall and wedged between a coffee shop and a pizzeria. On Sundays, whenever you and Peter would walk past it, he'd never forget to remind you that it was Bucky's "empire." It was no Chuck Bass empire but you must admit, that was one fine hotel.

You crossed the street and stood in front of it, a way of slowing down your heart rate just a few beats low. You were just about to cool down, anyway.

You admired the engrossed name of the hotel on the archway that led to the lobby: WHITE WOLF with a wolf headstone right between it, like the one in The Arcadian. A memory of Peter telling you how Bucky renamed it came across your mind. Before it was White Wolf, it was the Golden something. Apparently, Bucky was in a safari somewhere north or south? Maybe west. You honestly can't keep up with some of the stories. Somewhere in the face of the earth -- he was on a safari and came across a gorgeous white wolf with fur as white as snow, eyes as blue as the seas and skies. Bucky swore the wolf looked right into his soul. That was implausible but it did give him a good name for his hotel. He repainted the whole beige building white, standing out from the other buildings around.

A woman with no shoes made you tear your eyes away from the beautiful wolf headstone, screaming Bucky's name. You stepped aside and leaned in on one of the archway posts. There was a muffled noise coming from her. You removed your airpods to listen.

"...the hell is Bucky? You! Have you seen that son of a bitch?" She approached the valet boy. He shook his head no. Then she went to the uniformed man on his post or was it a podium?

"I haven't seen Mr. Barnes, madam."

You could tell by the sly look on the man's face that he saw his boss probably running down the street and taking a cab, but before even stepping foot on the streets, Bucky probably told not to tell.

The woman's lips were smeared with red lipstick, hair disheveled and was wearing a man's clothing, probably Bucky's.

Was this the thing that happened at his penthouse?

"Okay, I'm just gonna wait for him in his penthouse. If you ever see your boss, tell him I'm not going anywhere."

"Yes, madam."

She went back in, hips swaying along with her blonde hair, not giving a damn at the strangers staring at her as she walked towards the elevators.

The uniformed man caught your eye and you gave him a small wave and a smile. "Crazy morning, huh? Okay, bye."

You chuckled nervously and walked away as fast as you could back to the apartment.

When you got back, Bucky was already up, eating something out of a bowl while watching something on the television. You ignored the memory of you staring at him as he slept safe and sound earlier.

Without looking up, he spoke: "Weren't you supposed to rest?"

You grinned as you walked towards the kitchen, and prepared a protein shake. Suddenly forgetting the wound on your forehead. It didn't hurt as much now.

"I don't listen to Parker." You answered. "I never do."

You set your airpods on the kitchen island then grabbed a shaker, poured in some water and dunked a scoop of protein powder inside. You shook the whole damn thing while approaching Bucky.

You stood beside the couch and faced television. It turned out he was watching some old cartoon.

The image of his hotel flashed before your eyes. "I ran past your hotel today. There was a woman looking for you."

He almost choked on his cereal. You could feel his head look towards in your direction but you ignored him, enjoying the chase between Tom and Jerry on the tv screen. "Can't believe this is still on tv." You commented.

"D-did she say something?"

"Kept shouting your name and stuff. Called you son of a bitch and all that." You stopped shaking the shaker then took a big gulp. "I hear she's planning to burn down the White Wolf into the ground." You stifled a smile, letting the liquid stay in your mouth for a little while. "Then find you and take all your money away."

He groaned, picking up on your tone. "Not funny."

"All of that was true except the last part, though." You finally let out a laugh then looked at him who now had his eyes back on the screen. "So, you leave your girlfriend alone up there? Then come here?" You would've said it was pretty low of him but this was Bucky. You knew he'd done worse.

"She's not my girlfriend."

"She's a girlfriend?"

"She's nothing but a one night stand. Don't have a girlfriend." He sighed, putting down the bowl. It turned out it was cereal he was eating. Cartoons and cereal. Wow. He really did act like an eight-year old. "Then after we... well, you know, she suddenly told me she loved me. I was drunk! Then I felt this rush, like a panic, then when she was fast asleep, I didn't know what else to do so I came here."

You knitted your brows and kept your gaze on him. Last night, he told you guys it was a long story. A thing came up. "That wasn't a long story."

"I was hammered and real sleepy. For me it was a long story." He replied.

You just laughed in response, then walked towards your bedroom. Before you could even finish your drink, Bucky shouted for your name. You yelled for him back.

"Will you come with me to the hotel?" Bucky's voice was loud but small. Like a child asking to go to the playground. It felt more like it with the muffled cartoon noises in the background.

You stepped out of your room, finishing the rest of your drink. A big gulp. Then you pouted at him. "Want me to drive away the scary woman?"

Instead of responding with a simple yes or a slight nod, Bucky shot you a wide smile with his shoulders up, making an accidental flex with his lean tricep muscles on both of his arms, and squeezing his chest muscles while he was at it. He held it for too long that veins were starting to show.

You diverted your attention from his muscles to his face. He tried to look cute as a button but in your view, he looked strained. Yet his smile never wavered. You finally agreed to go with him as long as he took a shower first, telling him he reeked of alcohol.

"Are you always this mean?" Bucky said, but his voice was light and not at all heavy or dark.

"Pretty much." You snickered before going back inside your room.

You were sitting on your yoga mat -- just finished some few stretches -- and watching some tv show on the HBO channel when Bucky came out of the bathroom. A towel hung low on his waist -- you didn't even bother to look at his toned details so as to not freak him out with all the staring since you've been doing that a lot since he'd arrived. You focused your attention back on the screen.

"Were you just working out?" He asked, ruffling his hair.

"Just some yoga." You shrugged.

You let him borrow an oversized shirt of yours. The entire time, he was behind your in your room. Bucky attempted to make some small conversation while you were rummaging through your stuff. "Cool space you got here. You photograph?"

"Yeah." You replied. "It's probably not convenient having a studio space inside my room but Parker and I couldn't afford a three-space bedroom, so yeah."

"It's still pretty cool." His response remained.

Your room was bigger than Peter's since you had to have your studio corner. He wasn't a space hogger or anything so he let you get the bigger room. You had little decorations in your room except for a few photos of college friends, old roommates, and you and Peter, a clock on the wall, some band posters from the 70's like Led Zeppelin and Aerosmith, and the lights you needed for your studio corner. On that side, on the other hand, had more things to offer. Products from previous projects and all the stuff you needed for taking photos like lights, backdrops, tables, a bunch of chairs, and whatnots. Then the walls were just plain white. Yet Bucky still managed to explore around until you found him an oversized shirt.

You threw the shirt towards him. He managed to catch it on the air without looking at it. A quick reflex.

"Do you have some of your photos here?"

"They're in the bar downstairs." You replied. He looked at me with both eyebrows raised, asking a question with his face. "I work there as a bartender and my boss lets me put up my photos on the wall."

"Well, I'd love to see them."

"Actually, there's a shipment coming this afternoon. There will be no people. You can come with me then." You paused. "Unless you have other plans?" There was a part of you that wanted Bucky to have no plans this afternoon. You had a feeling he didn't. You wanted to trust your instincts.

"I have nothing going on." Oh good. "I can show you how I make a mean drink while we're there." Bucky smirked then put on the shirt which had a Rolling Stones logo on the front. He looked down on it and shot me a smile. The shirt still fit him, hugging all his muscles but it was better than Peter's clothes who wear the tightest fits on earth.

"What do you think?" He asked, showing you his fit while still having the towel draped around his waist.

"You look like a rockstar." You blatantly replied. "And hey, I can also make a mean drink. Really mean."

"Please I make the best ones, doll."

"I'll be the judge of that."

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[greenygreenland]

Promise: Norman x Fem!Reader

-idk why but i’m having such a hard time writing pt 3 of Dream a Little Dream of Me, so here’s this to compensate for now

-i normally write for fem reader, but if you really wanted to, you could switch the words around in your head

-AGED UP characters because that’s been a trend in my work, so I’ll keep it constant

-just getting rid of drafts that have been sitting around for months

BRIEF MANGA SPOILERS, READ AT OWN RISK

Summary: Period cramps suck, and so does feeling burnt out and exhausted. Luckily, someone has just the remedy for you. This is after you all reach the Other Side. Emma is still missing.

Everything hurt--from your head to your shoulders to your knees and your toes. It was like someone flipped a switch. The other day, you were fine and dandy. There wasn’t a thing that could have swept you off your feet no matter how powerful the gust of wind. You were on top of the world.

Then your period started and you woke up with cramps that left you glued to the couch. It rained the day after, and when you dragged yourself out of bed to finish some work, you found that you just couldn’t. 

An invisible rope tethered you to the ground, and the fact that it was so heavy made your head spin. Am I good enough to complete this? Will I have enough time?

Your stomach ached and your head pounded. 

I can do this. I can do this.

I can’t do this. I can’t do this.

But why couldn’t you do it? The outlines for your essays and papers were long completed, and it wasn’t like you didn’t spread it evenly throughout the week. You always stuck to the schedule. To the last letter. To the absolute ‘t’. It was all you could do to remind yourself you had control over your unpredictable life. Yet now, why was it so hard to finish the job?

The cramps absolutely massacring your poor abdomen seemed to increase by ten fold, and the gentle sun shining through your window intensified into a raging fire.

The due date was five days from now. It seemed like a while away, but you knew it wasn't. That would fly by in a flash and leave you in the dust. If there was one thing that you took to heart from Mama, then it had to be the fact that time was precious. Without paying close attention to it, then you would surely go tumbling down a hill.

"(Y/n)?"

You buried your head in your hands miserably. "I can't do this. My stomach hurts so much and I can't focus", was what you wanted to say. Instead, it came out in a muffled groan of pain. “I...can’t...”

Norman waltzed over to your desk. His gentle hands settled around your slumped shoulders, encasing them in a much-needed warmth. You heaved out a long breath, sluggishly peeking out of your arms to get a good look at Norman's handsome face. He smiled lovingly and your knitted brows eased just a little.

"What do you need me to do?" he softly inquired. "I know it's that time." You huffed in thought, a weak smile twitching upon your lips. Of course Norman knew you had your period. He was always on top of his game. Always.

"So, do you need anything, love?" Norman patiently repeated. You stared into his bright eyes and melted. Calm. Caring. Sweet. Kind. That had to be one of your favourite things about him. He always had eyes that said what you wanted to hear. Whether it be, 'I love you' to 'I'm here', Norman always seemed to know what you needed.

This time was no different.

"You."

"Hm?"

"I want you."

Norman smiled and it was like the sun at Golden Hour. He took you by the hand and helped you over to your shared bed. A heavy sigh left your lips as soon as your back hit the soft bed. Norman placed a hand on your shoulder and tucked you in with him. "What's wrong?"

You shrugged.

"Hungry?"

You shook your head.

"Tired?"

You shook your head again.

Norman hummed to himself in thought. Papers lay on you desk, scattered in a mix of opened folders and half-baked diagrams. The unsharpened pencil perched at the edge of your desk centimeters from an immediate pit-fall to the waste bin. It wasn’t like you to leave everything laying about. Mama brought you up in the best way possible. She taught you that being neat and tidy were one of the most important things to do since it helped promote focus and calmness.

You weren’t one to let yourself slip like that, unless something were really bothering you. Norman’s gaze fell on your computer screen. It glowed brightly, slowly falling silent until the screen faded.

ELA ESSAY DUE MONDAY

The computer fell fast asleep, "Essay?" Norman echoed. You nodded and he pulled you close to his chest. College wasn’t easy when you couldn’t focus. Sometimes, Norman found himself dozing off. He worked just as much as you so that no one would have to borrow money from the Ratri Clan. It was a necessary sacrifice you both agreed on so no one else would have to suffer the horrors of high school and college combined.

It wasn’t that any of it was too hard, just that it was a lot of work.

After you both graduated, you’d make your own company, and from there, make a lot of money to support everyone.

"I'm guessing you're feeling burnt out.” Norman said. “You're almost done with the essay, but you haven't touched it since last night." He ran a hand through your hair. "And since your period came yesterday, you're not feeling too well. Do you want anything to drink?"

You muttered out a small no and Norman pursed his lips. He didn't know what to do because there wasn't much to do. Your stomach hurt, yes, that was bad, but he didn't know how to make you feel better when you probably weren't going to swallow pills without choking. Tea would help, but with the way you weren't moving, it would be impossible to drink.

"I wish I could help more." Norman muttered. "Maybe I should call Ray..."

You shook your head. "It's okay. Can you...keep talking?"

Norman's brows shot up. Of course! Talking would help you forget about your cramps and worries. Either that or you'd fall asleep! Perfect. Why didn’t he think of that?

"Have you read the book The Hobbit or The Lord of the Rings?”

You shook your head. Back at the House, The Hobbit and The Lord of The Rings were nothing more than those small books tucked away in the farthest reaches of the library. They were dusty old things, so you never bothered with them. It didn’t matter how bored you were of reading the same five books over and over again, those books were simply too dusty.

You recalled the time Ray playfully kicked at you. He told you to go away and stop complaining. Of course, you didn’t listen, and went on about how you hated (book).

“In those books, there are descriptions of this place called Hobbiton.” Norman spoke like he was reading a story. The way his voice flowed like water eased your nerves, reminded you that the present existed.

All you needed was a breather.

“Now,” Norman continued, “Hobbiton isn’t just a village or town. It’s a place where Hobbits live in holes in the ground. But these aren’t cold and dark. They’re cozy, with rounded doors and grass as green as an apple. Hobbits eat more than us, so they have different names for their meals. They’re mostly friendly people, and they’re open to tea time if you’re welcome in their homes. I heard that the movies were filmed in New Zealand. I’ll take you there on vacation, and we’ll bring Emma and Ray along too.”

You smiled against Norman’s chest. You wouldn’t like that, you’d love it. After staring at the same worksheets and papers, you needed a change of scenery. Somewhere far from here, just to get a breath of fresh air.

“Yeah.” you quietly said. “I’d love that.” Norman smiled and it was like an early birthday present. “When we find Emma, we’ll go to New Zealand and sightsee. We’ll see new places, and take lots of photos.” Norman stared at the peaceful look on your face. He pecked your cheek. “I promise.”

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[lia-bones]

A thousand splinters of glass

Sirius Balck x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) boyfriend Sirius intrudes too much into her friendship with Remus. When he confronts her with his thoughts, they start fighting.

Warning: angst, Language (defilement and swearing), consumption of alcohol, Hint of violence ... I gess.

(Misspelling, Grammar errors, translation errors.)

Words: 2520

Author note: It was super hard for me to write Sirius like that. But it was a friend's wish and I'm fulfilling it.

(English is not my main language. I apologize for all misspellings, grammar errors, and translation errors💕)

Enjoy Reading 🌻

(not my GIF)

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(Y/N) enter the great hall and take a seat at the Gryffindor table next to her boyfriend Sirius. She looks at her group of friends and still tired, wished them good morning.

"Good morning dear, how did you sleep?" asked the boy next to her after he put a kiss on her temple.

"Oh, very well, unfortunately too short." she replied with a tired smile and put a spoonful of scrambled eggs in her mouth.

"Remus, do you want to do our Arithmancy homework in free period?" she turned to the others Marauder who sat across from her at the table. Remus smiled at her and replied, "Yes, of course. After lunch in the library?"

"Call it a date." (Y/N) winked and went back to her scrambled eggs.

"Hey, I thought I was your boyfriend? What about me?" Sirius grumbled beside her and looked at her confused. She waves it away with a laugh :"You are, but that doesn't mean I can't do homework with a friend. You don't have a free period after lunch you have Divination."

Sirius mumbles something unintelligible but said nothing else. The friends all eat their breakfast and talk about this and that, before they all went to class.

* * *

After noon Remus and (Y/N) met in the library and started their Arithmancy homework. After some time of writing, Remus contacted her and said :"You know, I'm glad you're with Sirius now. You're doing him good." The girl smiled at him and answered :"He's doing me good too. I've got the feeling since I've been with him I've been a lot more confident.I am very happy to have him as my Boyfriend. And of course I'm also happy to have you guys as my friends. I couldn't think of anyone better."

"We're glad to have you too. Finally I'm not the only one holding the boys back." Remus laughed and pulled her into a half-hug with one arm. "yeh somebody has to bring you rule breakers to your senses."

"But I'm really serious (Y/N). Since you've been together he's a lot more relaxed and you make him think before he acts. At least sometimes." Remus told her seriously again.

"I don't want to tell him anything. I like him the way he is. I think sometimes he just needs someone to get him to think again about his ideas before acting. There is no way I want something like the incident in fifth year to happen again." (Y/N) said in a husky voice, put an arm around Remus' shoulders and gave him a short squeeze .

"No, nobody wants that." the boy whispered back and squeezed her once too.

It became quiet and the two pondered their memories of this terrible event for a moment, before they broke the embrace again and continued on with their essays in silent agreement.

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After the last class of the day, (Y/N) and Remus sat in the common room and waited for their other friends.

"What do you think of the book? Have you read it yet? " she asked Moony and with a nod of her head pointed to the book she was reading. Remus put a hand on her shoulder and leaned forward to look at the book. "No but i want..." he is just beginning to speak when the portrait opened and the remaining three Marauders entered the room. " 'e, You two, here you are. What are you doing here?We were looking for you." James called to them and slumped into one of the armchairs. "We just talked, nothing interesting. We have been waiting for you. " declared (Y/N) while she closed her book and placed it on the side table next to her. The boys nodded and Sirius placed a kiss on the (Y/N) head.

Due to the lack of space on the sofa, Sirius sat in the other armchair, instead of next to his girlfriend and Peter sat on the floor between him and James.

The friends talked about everything and nothing for a while and soon landed on James' favorite topic: Lilli Evans

"I mean. She is so perfect. She is beautiful and smart and quick-witted and helpful and friendly. What more could a man want?" enthused James with a dreamy face.

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife'." Quoted Remus softly which made (Y/N) giggle so much that she put her hands over her face and rested her head on his shoulder.

Sirius watched with a raised eyebrow and asked :"What's so funny?"

The girl sat up straight again and wiped her hands over her eyes before answering :"oh Remus just quoted pride and prejudice. You won't know it, it's a fantastic Muggel book."

"Oh, but Moony know this fantastic book?" Sirius asked in a voice tarnished with sarcasm. His friends' eyes fixed on him and (Y/N) briefly shook head in confusion before she answered :"Well, Yes. It's a muggle book. He's half blood. And he reads more than any of us put together."

"My mother gave me the book a few years ago." Remus quietly brought himself into the discussion.

Sirius clicked his tongue and got up from his seat he took a few steps before stopping in front of his girlfriend and saying dryly:" Yeah yeah the perfect perfect Moony.

I understood. We need to talk. Alone." He pointed a finger at the stairs that led to the dormitories. (Y/N) looked up at him from her sitting position, knitted her eyebrows briefly in confusion, then nodded got up and followed him up the stairs.

When she arrived in the boys dormitory, she closed the door behind her and stood in the middle of the room. She watched Sirus go to a cupboard and take out a Bottle of firewhiskey and a glass. He poured himself some and took a sip while staring at her over the rim of his glass. The silence in the room was heavy and thick and the air to cut. Sirius cautiously let (Y/N) play with her fingers nervously. It was not customary for him to be so quiet and well, serious. The last time he acted like this, he had just received a letter from his mother.

Since he still didn't say anything, just looked at her with a serious face, she decided to break the silence in the room. "So what did you want to talk about? "

"You. And what you're pulling off right now." he explained in a low voice.

"Sorry but, I don't know what you're talking about." she said in a calm voice.

That just seemed to upset Sirus more, because now his voice was a lot louder :" Oh don't tell shit. Do you really think I'm so stupid and don't know what crap is going on?" He finished his glass in one gulp and poured himself more.

(Y/N) also got louder now and energetically crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"I already told you I don't know what you mean. What have I done?"

"YOU CHEAT ME YOU FUCKING Slut!" he yelled at her and pointed in her direction with his free hand.

(Y/N) opened her mouth and for a moment. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. Had he just really accused her of cheating on him and had he called her a Slut?

"WHAT HAVE I DONE? I am supposed to have betrayed you? How do you get the stupid idea?" she asked and made a wide movement with her arms. As if she wanted to chase the tension out of the air.

"Don't be so ridiculous. I noticed it myself. You haven't really bothered to hide it. You and a your loverboy." Sirus spat and glared at her. This whole conversation was very confusing (Y/N). She had no idea how he came up with it. It deceived her that he really thought she would do something like that, but at the same time it made her terribly angry.

"If someone here is ridiculous then is you. You are imagining things that don't exist. How can you think that? Who should I cheat on you with, please?" seh shodet back, on her face, spots of deep red anger were slowly forming. Frustrated, she ran a hand through her (y/h/c) hair.

The one across from her growled, clenched his jaw and again emptied his glass, which he immediately refilled.

"With your oh-so-perfect Moony. I see how you behave towards the other. It's stupid of you guys to think that I wouldn't notice. Are you serious. With one of my best friends? But what should I have expected from a slut like you. I wouldn't be surprised if you slept your way through the whole school." he laughed bitterly and screwed up his face.

(Y/N) didn't know what to say for a moment. For a few seconds, she started at Sirius with wide eyes before she said in a lowered voice :" This not true."

"OF COURSE IT IS. DO NOT LIE TO ME. THE WHOLE LAUGHING AND HUGGING AND ALL THE LOOKS IN LOVE.

OH, REMUS ARE WE BOTH LEARNING IN THE LIBRARY TODAY? OH REMUS YOU ARE SO FUNNY. REMUS IS SO SMART, HE READS SO MUCH. BLA BLA BAL." Sirius spoke in a high voice, trying to imitate her. (Y/N) shook her head in frustration. She had tears in her eyes but she didn't allow herself to cry now. Sirius got on with things that didn't exist and she wanted to make that clear to him. "That's not true. Remus and I are just friends! We study together because we're both in Arithmancy. And since when is it forbidden to laugh when someone says something funny? And we don't touch each other all the time. You see things that not there!"

"YES OF COURSE. AND I SHOULD BELIEVE THAT?" Sirius yelled at her and swung the now almost empty bottle firewhiskey through the air.

"Sirius please ..." she was about to start, but was immediately interrupted by him.

"SIRIUS PLEASE. SAVE YOUR WORDS. I should have known that it was stupid to sacrifice my single life for you. I could have had fun with other girls all the time, but no, I was with you. While you chedit on me behind my back. You dirty whore."

(Y/N) eyes got waterier and more watery during his monologue. She bit her tongue so hard that she could already taste blood and she clenched her trembling hands into fists, her nails digging in her palms.

"...Y...you...you now...i...i woud never..." She didn't get very far with her words, it all happens very quickly. Sirius took a step forward, she took a few steps back, bumped her back against the wall and and shut her eyes tightly. A split second later, Sirius 'glass flew across the room and struck the wall just inches from (Y/N)' s head.

"SHUT UP! YOU FUCKING CHEATER BITCH. SHUT UP!"

There was a crash and glass splinter hit the ground like raindrops.

Silence spread across the room and the two started at each other, eyes wide open. The remainder of the firewhiskey, flowed over the floor and watering (Y/N) socks. She took a deep breath and suppressed a scream. Her legs trembled and it took all her strength not to sink to the ground.

Sirius had tears streaming down his red cheeks and he pulled his black hair.

"No ... no ... I ... I swear ... (Y/N) I didn't mean to..." he began to stammer. He took his hands out of his hair and wanted to reach for her.

Slowly he took a few small steps in her direction. Arms outstretched as if to hug her.

(Y/N) shook his head vigorously, bit her lower lip and pressed herself even tighter against the wall.

Sirius stopped at the sight of her and stared at her desperately.

"No, stop it. Just leave it." she whispered in a husky voice and walked along the wall to the door, not taking her eyes off him for a second. With one hand behind your back she looked for the door handle, he followed her movements with his eyes. "No (Y/N) please, please don't go. Let's talk, I'm sorry ... I ... I ..." he begged in a scratchy voice and stretched its arms out to the girl one more time.

"No. I think it's all said." (Y/N) shook her head and opened the door. The restrained tears stung in her eyes but she definitely didn't want to cry in front of him now.

She stumbled backwards out of the room, pulling the door with her.

"Bye Sirius." she whispered hoarsely before she closed the door. Muffled through the door, she hears him calling her name a couple of times, but she just turned on her heels and ran down the hall to the girl dorms.

She stopped at her own dormitory, yanked the door open, entered the room and slammed the door behind her with a loud crack. The room was dark and quiet, the air smelled of fresh linen and cinnamon. None of her roommates were there.

(Y/N) leaned against the closed door and put her hands over her face. A heartbreaking sob escaped her and she slid the door down to the floor.

Now sitting on the floor, she hugged her legs tightly against your chest and buried her head between her knees. Now that she was alone she started to cry. The tears wet her face and the noises that came over her lips sounded heartbreaking. She tasted the salt on her lips and felt her tears seep into her tights.

(Y/N) didn't understand how this could all happen. She hadn't betrayed him. She had nothing with Remus or anyone else.

Yesterday everything was fine, they were happy together, laughed together, and fooled around. Today everything went downhill they fight, they yelled at each other and he accused and insulted them. He had thrown a glass in their direction.

Otherwise Sirius made her heart beat faster, makes it jump in joy or stop beating for a few seconds in love. But now her heart felt more like it was made of a thousand sharp pieces of glass. Broken like the glass on the wall. Broken like their relationship due to a lack of trust from his side.

(Y/N) wanted nothing more than to hide under her blanket, cry and not get up for a long time.

But she felt too weak to get up and go to bed. So she sat on the floor and kept crying into her legs.

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